Fear and Ecstasy
by Frank Watson

pearls of change

and fear
the hand of darkness

~~


virtue disgraced

the ordered path:

dazed and dismayed upon the wrath


~~


constrained by charge

in haunt of want

the bleeding scourge,

illusion’s taunt


~~


streets of limpid water

and bottles

that float in empty grace


~~


gilded chain

from wandering
drawn


~~


humbly grasping

for manna's

sleep of nightly senses


~~


artful soul

secreting the culture

of a world's scroll


~~


Dying novas,

rising savannas:

forgotten past and tattered future


~~


sand that sinks

about our frame:

an iron heart, a will that's lame


~~


phantom wings

enslave the touch:

it’s dark, we’re blind, in vain we clutch


~~


whitewashed face:

the inner burn

of depths we churn


~~


a fairy's tale

besetting

a wanting street


~~


wink of eye

and pretty plans

but only the sky

can touch our hands


~~


lashing the sun
and riding
a self-inflicted mirror

~~


fat, greedy, hanging on

to six years’ idyll time:

 it’s lost, we're gone

~~


plagued by desire

in want of fear

the suckling child

the singeing sheer

the time we smiled

is now reviled

bewitched in tears
a burning pyre




Posted on dVersePoets for Tuesday, 4/10/2012


P.S. I am actually pretty happy, despite the theme of these poems. I wouldn't say they have much to do with my real life except in the most loose kind of a way. It is more when I get a string of inspiration, I follow it.

All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012