Apocalypse in the Summer

The world is afflicted
with affabulations of
apocalyptic,
cataclysmic,
cryptic
endings.
But today,
we can sit among the grassroots
and breathe in the magic vision
of this last sunset,
when everything in the world
is an orange gelatinous swirl,
drink up the music of our fledgling romance
amidst the amused
rogue rouge rage.

I'll carry the blame for your desert heart,
anointed in rose oil
rosaries in hand,
and bleat sacred sacraments
to the winds.
I hear you in my impaled pulse,
breath of sweet life,
whilst angels in outerspace
weep fruitless tears,
for time was too fleeting for them.
I listen for your whispers
and succumb
to the succinct saccharinity
of yesterday's molasses memory,
stirred idly and sucked in with sinful sips
between bated breaths
and pursed lips,
basking in your glory
with a boundless tongue-tied love.
Summer's coxcomb throb
flutters in my ribs
like the papier-poudre wings
of darting butterflies
that hide 'tween
the green gardenias,
craving only the wanton heat of June.

Author's Note

Affabulation= an obsolete word for the moral of a fable

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful poetry dear poet.
"like the papier poudre wings
of darting butterflies
that hide 'tween
green tendrils of gardenias
in the scented groves,
craving only the wanton heat of June."
I loved the above lines. I agree with the wish in the words. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Moonie]

Thank you for the kind words! I'm overjoyed you liked those lines!

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoyed the lines and you are welcome dear poet.

[Daydreamer]

When will you go published?♥️🥳
Merry Christmas my gifted buddy♥️🎂🍾🐒

[Moonie]

Merry Christmas!!!!!:))))
Thank you so much! I really wish I would be good enough to get published some day. It's so good to see you here. I haven't been active here for months i think. I saw your notification today, and thought I'll make a trip

[Daydreamer]

When will you go published?♥️🥳
Merry Christmas my gifted buddy♥️🎂🍾🐒

[Moonie]

😻😻😻😽😽

[Revery]

Wow, this is sweet and charged with words that capture the thrill of what you're describing. Your words sing and drip sultry with honey.

[Moonie]

Thank you so much!

[I Shred This Cabbage]

I’m glad you provided the definition of affabulation! Another masterful poem. You have a great command of words. There’s something sober in the way you write - so carefully precise, and like you are surrounding by the war but not consumed by it. I’ll carry the blame for your desert heart...Truly wonderful. You are an amazing poet!

[Moonie]

Thank you so much! That was exactly my intention to paint a glimpse of temporary peace in a time of war.

[Esteban Morfín]

I like your work very much. The only reason I don't read it all right now is because I get tired very quickly in front of a screen. Your words just flow. They feel natural.
I know little to nothing about the formalities of poetry, but it just feels right.

[Moonie]

Thank you so much! I'm really happy you liked them!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"rogue rouge rage" wow, love that.
and "I hear you in my impaled pulse"---marvelous lines.
Apocalypse seems upon us, but maybe with the heat of June, this ending itself will die soon...
and we can get back to craving life and craving each other.
Splendorous imagery from you, as usual.
j.

[Moonie]

Thank you for your words, J!
And till that happens, we have all the time in the world to love our family and friends!

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Sadly all through out history there has been
suffering and we seem to get back up from
the ashes like the mythical Phoenix and
become a stronger nation all over the
world.

My great grandmother that I look like
full blooded Irish and dark hair beautiful
woman now she wasn't born diabetic but
was diagnosed with diabetes and in her
time there was a air born virus called
Spinal meningitis and she died from it
at 22 and my great aunt Teresa before
that her daughter died at 1 or 2 weeks
old only my Grandpa was alive but Rip
long before this craziness.

But in the 18 and 1912
in those times there was
disease and they wore gas
masks so it was happening
before we were born.


But life goes on my
friend and we will
heal from this and
it will be a dream.

Very powerful piece
You've written here
Nice ink 👍👏


The world is afflicted
with affabulations of
apocalyptic
cataclysmic
cryptic
endings.
But today,
we can sit among the grassroots,
and breathe in the magic vision
of the last sunset,
when everything in the world
is an orange gelatinous swirl,
drink up the music of our fledgling romance
amidst the amused
rogue rouge rage.

[Moonie]

Thank you so much for such a positive review!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The poet John Donne wrote, "No man is an island" meaning that events of our fellow global inhabitants ultimately play a role in our own lives. And although I understand Donne's pronouncement it won't stop me from putting up Tiki torches, a barbecue grill and bringing out cold drinks and an umbrella for shade while I play guitar in my own backyard. I don't have Tahiti but I'm still free to enjoy the things I do have.

[Moonie]

Haha, true, I'm definitely with you on this! The war going on in the outside world must stay at bay from our homes and from our relationships. Thanks for the review! :))

[Chris Shaw]

While the world suffers with the spread of virus and all its deadly consequences, you are able to offer your reader another world entirely. Gardenias in the scented groves in June. How much we long for that, in comparison to what is currently going on in our healthcare settings and elsewhere. We need a breather, to take in mother nature and truly appreciate the gifts she offers us before we have to face up to another onslaught. Nature is healing, she offers hope. Each sunset and sunrise in a new day, gives us something to live for. Even the birdsong is sweeter these days because it is so much more precious. Lovely work. Always a delight to read your poetic thoughts. More so in these troubled times.

Chris

[Moonie]

Thank you sooo much for this review! I'm so happy you liked this. Oftentimes, we forget to appreciate the little things in life, and now we are left craving for them. But this is also a grand opportunity to spend more time with the people we love. It's sad how it took a worldwide pandemic to make us realise the value of so many things that we took for granted.
Thanks for the review again! ♡
Much love!

[Robert Trakofler]

love your use of words in this one Moon:) this feels to me much like how I have been feeling from the masses lately this lingering lament of incertitude:/ It hangs in the air like the Miasma (my favorite word for these times) of the virus. These are not the best of times for an empathetic soul but I keep searching for the little lights strewn about the darkened hearts. I do like that word affabulation it has a fabulous ring to it

[Moonie]

Miasma...sounds too elegant for its actual meaning btw :))
Thanks for the review, Bunny! :))