silent

explore each nuance
or irredecent behavior
you detect
observe redeeming values
or moral forests
from afar

those trees sway aloft gusts
where ribbons that secure apparels fly
loosed birds whereupon hands released
and tensed
shining webs that fell in waterfalls
obscuring eyes of a liquid girl
when dying limit's blew this wind
the flowing strands were pushed aside
as her hair caressed this breeze

her orbs emerged
and were investigated
in a split second
split between 'should' and 'shouldn't'

her irises
reset the universe
the primordial times
remind of the mindless ways
that are the smartest culture's borne
for their conscious ignorance of Roman Law
what a delectable psychosis
the ultimate attraction!
servitudes lost in a rippling blossom field
multiphased colors of iris' and orchid
that shouldnt grow in the same soil
but do

this botany is replenished
with rains and waters of no thought
dew-blades slicing the silks of her skin
that hands would trace and once did
in both day-dreams and realities
and dripping as the forms are perfect
her curvature aligned with the earth itself

she see's with planetary globes covered in oceans
and therefore tumultuous midwives of storms
or emerald forests that employ plentitudes
for the atmosphere of creations and life
or maybe a red desert planet
harsh inside its haunted gorgeous turmoils

saying nothing though
silence defines everything
one and only in all times and spaces
retina's reflecting an upsidedown paradox

the memories she plays out in the day-to-day
actress
the events of now she remembers
author
before they occur
prophet
canvased paintings in vice-like spontinaety
artist
auctioned off to avoid bankrupcy
survivor
 

only once perfectly placed
as a sculptor's hands on ancient clays
her outline emerged

this one chance alone

the tans and pinks of her
the woos and glances
naked in a bed of roses
floating on an ocean of oldest wildflowers
where music and poetry are eminant royalty
and broadcast everywhere and every time
a beacon to some kind of matching art
for the art of her body
the philosophy of her movements
the fluxing of her soul
which when easily penned
sometimes tediously
defines and yet defies
her meanings

no words
for those lusting lips
their ravaging kiss
is every language anyway

 

copyright

Jake Thirsk

Reviews

[NoWayer]

I do enjoy your style of writing. I appreciate originality and deviation from standard, overused forms of poetry.

[Haden]

"canvased paintings in vice-like spontinaety
artist
auctioned off to avoid bankrupcy
survivor"

i love your flow ... i've missed reading you! lovely words, and always a peaceful serene, no matter how wreckless the scene.