final grains are falling through
this year bids adieu
with love turn it right anew
may its fresh flow hold your dreams
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 12/31/07
(repost 12/31/18)
The Sands
final grains are falling through
this year bids adieu
Month: December 2018
final grains are falling through
this year bids adieu
Downpour
“Sunburst” by: D. Trifiletti
a thunderstorm of love
your kisses hot as lightning
striking from above
your passion was a tempest
I was swept up in its force
but now the winds have died
this storm has run its course
my thoughts are chilled and cloudy
my eyes are steady rain
my heart’s caught in a cold front
bad weather’s bringing pain
the warm winds will return
as will the clear blue skies
but my heart will ever yearn
for that sunburst in your eyes
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2018
Written for “Imaginary Garden With Real Toads”…
More toad’s artistic interpretations
New Bloom
full and succulent
tender plumped folds
new-formed
glisten with dewy nectar
luscious form
and ripened blush
delight the eye
a gentle touch
parts silken petals
revealing the inner bud
swollen with the urgency of life
bringing face to flower
pleasures the senses
with heady fragrance
intoxicating
to breathe such vital beauty
consumed
one savors gently
slowly
exquisite
this young flower
full bloomed
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2018
Sweet Anticipation
familiar
comfortable in my palm
my fingers wrap natural cork
index raised
gauging line tension
precision brings the willow’d shaft
high above my shoulder
rod flexing expectantly
a flick of my wrist
and the line arcs forward
increasing the pressure
on my fingertip
as it rolls ahead
accelerating
then
a careful pluck
like a string
on a guitar
it is released
the golden lure
at line’s end
sails silently
into the squinting summer sun
with a subtle plick
the barbed hunter disappears
slipping ‘neath the sparkle
of the undulating steam
seductively
with quickening pulse
eagerly visualizing
I retrieve the bait
craving the strike
patience draws the lure
dancing ever nearer
I long for the sharp
powerful tug
for the slender thread
unreeled before me
to rise
and dart away
in a sliver of silver spray
for my heart to jump
as a proud trout
breaks water
victim to my seduction
in this moment
mind focused
breath steady
senses heightened
awaiting sudden contact
I reflect
there is a simple truth in fishing
as in life
the sweet anticipation
can be as rich
as the reward
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2018
More toad’s childhood memories
Staying Posted
I wrote poetry
wrote it for years
wrote it by hand
on randm paper
kept it all
wrote it for years
wrote it by hand
on randm paper
kept it all
in a box
wrote it
because I loved it
because I had to
to stay sane
but just put it
because I loved it
because I had to
to stay sane
but just put it
in that box
I still write it
I still love it
but now I post it
just for the
I still love it
but now I post it
just for the
comments
not because
I need approval
or care much
what others
“This is a prayer for peace at this end of year”
Promise Kept
~
would that the world pause with me this night
~ ~ ~
Artwork entitled: “Gentle World” by: rob kistner © 2005
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Click below for more wonderful poems at dVerse…
inspired by a small toy boat in my grandson’s bath…
Voyage of Dreams
~
fantastic is this spell I’m under
magic of a splendorous kind
a world of cornucopic wonder
treasure troves of dreams to plunder
in this voyage of my mind
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This Cannot Be
~
this cannot be the way his story ends
his youth snuffed out by someone’s mindless deed
this cannot be the horror fate intends
if life be want mine now I do concede
~ ~ ~
see more at dVerse
Steel Tear
~
the dream broke
like a prodigal sun
on a startled winter evening
causing him to squint
blinking away happiness
like sand in the eyes of love
I need approval
or care much
what others
think
but at my age
seeing comments
helps me know
I’m still
seeing comments
helps me know
I’m still
alive
rob kistner © 2019
Promise Kept
with open heart and thoughts of possibility
remembering when dreams were young
the breath of life so warm and fresh
beauty was in all we touched
love filled us overflowing
trust real as sunlight
truth was bedrock
tomorrow was
a promise
kept
rob kistner © 2018
Voyage of Dreams
magic of a splendorous kind
a world of cornucopic wonder
treasure troves of dreams to plunder
in this voyage of my mind
here time and place are of my making
these winds of fate in my control
every pleasure for my taking
every rule just for my breaking
embracing secrets of my soul
here I live a life enchanted
here no fear of any threat
sorrow is by joy supplanted
no limit to desires granted
what I want is what I get
by fantasy’s elaboration
up through stars of wonder I ascend
soar in sweet hallucination
in ships of my imagination
oh, would this voyage but never end
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2018
This poem is written in the rhyme scheme of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”, namely: A,B,A,A,B. It also, like Frost’s poem, is four stanzas. I have always liked that particular piece by Frost, but ironically, the matching rhyme schemes and stanza lengths, are purely coincidental.
More magic at dVerse…
This Cannot Be
his youth snuffed out by someone’s mindless deed
this cannot be the horror fate intends
if life be want mine now I do concede
his youth snuffed out by someone’s mindless deed
if debt is owed please I will make amends
if life be want mine now I do concede
consuming grief upon my life descends
if debt is owed please I will make amends
anger fills me like a poison seed
consuming grief upon my life descends
my soul is crushed my heart begins to bleed
this anger fills me like a poison seed
god tell me, did I somehow offend
my soul is crushed, my heart begins to bleed
a blackness here within me does distend
god tell me please, did I somehow offend
this cannot be the horror you intend
this blackness here within me does distend
god this can’t be the way his story ends!
rob kistner © 1995
(revision © 2018)
Steel Tear
like a prodigal sun
on a startled winter evening
causing him to squint
blinking away happiness
like sand in the eyes of love
you were there
the disapproving guest
at the final edit party
you took his cues
took his keys
took his shoes
took his leave
you took him for a fool
it wasn’t you didn’t want him
you said
you simply saw yourself
in a different movie
with a different ending
no broken hearts
at least
not yours
and the stranded man
in the leather chair
had my face
had no expectations
made no demands
held you responsible
for nothing
and you left the table
cashed in your winnings
climbed the winding stairs
silk purse in hand
his heart in your pocket
to place it at midnight
on your balcony sill
to watch it wither in the moonlight
he had no need for it
nor most certainly
did you
and the night lark sang
and a silver tear
fell hard as steel
from his crystal’d cheek
which you collected in a sterling box
and tossed into the sea
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2011
(revision © 2018)