Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

VAGINA DAWN and three others in the night.

i.
VAGINA DAWN

The pink vagina of the horizon
opens up to dawn
pale blue
eclipsing night.

Dragon power of darkness,
potent sleep,
draw up the blinds
take hold the day.

Glowing fresh with dew
the privilege of the few
when years have clocked their toll.

Throw back the sheets,
indulge,
the blue can turn to red,
or grey.

Relax,
let fires flow on into crevices
so long,
just sigh another sigh,
sing on,
jangled jitterbug there
on the floor,
its woolly rug.
********************
2.
MARTYRS IN THE WIND

Fitful gusts of wind passed by,
martyrs in its wake,
ashes flew like witches,
through their broom;
speared to a branch
a leaf.

Howl of unknown ghosts,
returned,
burned at the stake or worse,
sinews, bones among the stones,
so still.

Hollowed, ground and pulverised
like snow;
weeds still sodden budge,
reluctant to take flight.

Night its dark veil
hides,
deeds that shouldn't ever be
descried.

A tree falls in the wood,
its branches tremble fussed,
on bush and fence,
its flags of green all shivering,
birds nests tossed in air.

Like clumps of tangled hair,
or tumble weeds to roll,
across the waste land
far away, nowhere.
******************
3.
TIDAL STORMS

Waters, storms, shoals of fishes, 
sea can wash away all troubles 
change the tides.

Change our lives to positive, 
treasures down below,
swell of weeds and shells,
where peaceful shallows sway,
coloured stones are gay.

So lift the sails and go,
out to the world and see,
horizons come and go,
nothing is fixed not you,
nor me.
**************************
4.
PICTURE, STEP OUT OF YOUR FRAME

Picture,
step out of your frame,
I do not know your name,
with golden hair you smile at me,
forever.

Your yellow dress,
red flowers, green beads,
the silver frame engraved
with climbing plants and fruits.

If only I could take your hand,
and dance the waltz,
a fluke.
This image still, it taunts me,
and in my sleep it haunts me.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
They need working on probably don't you think? I wake up for the usual reason! And then I think of a line and have to write it down. Ann.
Editing stage: 

Comments

You may think they need work, but to my mind there's nothing i'd change. A very nice ensemble that would grace any pages. Love Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

I have just scanned the first one because
It fits into my minds cemented imagination,
That all human beings,
Men and women ''''sexercise,''''
Both physically when they can
And
Mentally towards the end,
As they seek salvation,
Sexercise in imagination
So ma’am you have chained the vagina
That most men seek
Throughout the sojourn of their trembling intimidating life,
Towards the sparkling of Gods potency
All men's acumen

loved

(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.