Soft as Petals

~ Painting by Richard Burlet “Woman in Blue” ~

 

M ysterious lady in blue silk wrap
a bewitching beauty as to mesmerize
sculpted by aphrodite’s hand
so seductive as to scandalize

a wilding stare of icy blue
floats above a dangerous pout
spellbound by her magic eyes
she holds your soul with no way out

her smile will ignite and hypnotize
lips soft as petals on a new spring rose
she prowls with a leopard’s grace
to be certain fool — yes, she knows

you are now her helpless captive
held hopelessly soul addicted
her immortal heart is cerulean flame
is she an angel — or truly wicked

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

 

Harlequin Heart

~ photo: Adam Bird ~

 

The moment of not-spring
is quiet — so still
has no bold herald
just a date
in time

no upheaval in
my earth’s crust
no disturbance of gravity
it’s mute

the moment of not-spring passes
as can the moment of not-love
unseen

they both pass by me — so quiet
no disruption — no disturbance
silent

yet then comes the hour
of not quite rain
when love stalls
as the first drop falls
and everything has changed

and when I realize love has — gone
and I am quite truly left alone
the pain is so unbearable
my harlequin heart
wails and moans

my earth breaks — wide open
and the stars fall from my heaven
and sorrow consumes my joy
and earth consumes — me

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rob kistner © 2023

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse