Lamenting Flight

Requiem for the Fallen Icarus

(…Enter Chorus)

I ceased to see for a moment…
Letting mind and soul ascend,
leaving my body to sing --
these succeeding faint lines;
verses swaying to your heartbeat’s cadence --
slave to its effervescent tempo!

x

…My fingers traced the Braille lexis from your corporeal,
A touch striding inch after rousing inch.
With leased eyes I then forget this mortal blindness;
For in your eyes lies my poetry’s infinite inkwell.
Those orbs -- penchant to an Oracle’s black pearls,
Bequeathing a poignant stare with enigmatic persuasion.
Impressionists to the aura of lustrous spirits.
Illuminating; supplementing your tresses’ halo,
Belittling the sun’s radiance; taunting its insipid gleam.
Offering a blinding stare, configuring constellations.


(Chorus)

Then,
I ceased to feel for a moment…
Letting mind and soul ascend,
leaving my body to sing --
these succeeding faint lines;
verses swaying to your heartbeat’s cadence --
slave to its effervescent tempo!

xi

…Sensation and stimuli I cautiously chartered from your lips;
Those amorous lips as elegant as butterfly wings,
In whose these pilgrim lips but do trespassed.
A harvest of wild berries seemed to linger,
Out of every savored kiss, shifting from meek -- rupturing to manic.
Cherishing breaths aromatic as summer blossoms.
Crafting a chaste smile in between pauses -- after every sighs.
Laughter in whose grace dyes the horizon with unseen hues,
Euphorically bringing to a wondrous standstill --
The irrelevance of time and the insignificance of existence,
Letting me forget all my woes, leasing me to taste sweet bliss.


(Chorus)

Then.
I ceased to love for a moment…
Letting mind and soul ascend,
leaving my body to sing --
these succeeding faint lines;
verses swaying to your heartbeat’s cadence --
slave to its effervescent tempo!

xii

…Soliciting warmth from your ephemeral embrace;
From your body’s landscape of metaphysic symmetry.
Beneath the finitude of fervor sheets;
I drowned my melancholy in-between the blatancy,
Trenching my gloom deep amid the rasping of zealous thighs --
Letting the lighthouse’s scarlet lantern silhouette
The matrimony of fiery limbs and its requited prayer.
From centered ophyron, to sweltering chest,
To cross unburdened shoulders --
‘til the unnerved clasping of calloused hands.
In loves’ sepulcher my somnolence took its respite;
Even if only for an epigrammatic instance…Even if only…


( Exeunt Chorus)

Then,
I ceased to breathe for a moment
Letting mind and soul ascend
Leaving my body to write,
Leaving my body to sing,
Leaving my body to faint…
Back into the bosom of the
previous proverbial lines.


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Clown's Anthem: (Waiting in Vain) MYMP
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Lemon Grass

"Rebirth", 40 x 50cm, oil-based medium on canvas
enveloped with a yellow tinted plexi-glass -- by Lee Don
full view

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Lemon Grass

The Hour of Solaris’ Exodus;
A long anticipated departure:
One fine day amidst groves of mangoes --
of aromatic Camia buds and its splendor blossoms --
of grasping essences and revisited innocence.
The radiant Sun showering elucidation
to saturated leaves and to this
dew perturbing bohemian soul;
but once in a precedent verve --
a very countrified lad, was he?
With gleaming eyes,
he surveyed the emerald fields:
Nipa cabins of old he witnessed --
All traded to rural conformities; tsk, tsk!
Bamboo columns and straw fortifications --
now all elements of architectural archives.
Carabao driven carriages --
replaced by horse powered machines.
Ah, the evolution of urban reformities!
Change - is truly, a constant revolutionary; tsk, tsk!
Grassy conduits trailed his course, still;
to adjacent rice pastures --
and to the incorruptibility
of once cherished childhood.
Humid sweat galloping on his bronze skin,
as this somnolent traveler
relished the scent of the prairie’s bouquets --
while treading tranquil on irrigated meadows.
There under the trinity of mango trees;
beneath the elegance of jade leaves
and their saccharine fruitful bounties --
Of golden miracles and amorous marvels;
he took respite, Oh. Sweet Surrender!
Looking up he saw elated kids;
playing on elevated pillared branches,
wolfing on the yellow nectarines.
And the aphorism of their innocence --
The cliché’s of a time of sublime --
Made his eyelids into a watery basin;
Ah, to be a kid yet again!
Just as his sweaty palm and
cigarette stained hand wiped nostalgic moist
from his misty wistful orbs;
a mantle of cumulus bathed the
parched pastures with revitalizing conjecture.
He then: juvenile reminiscent, still;
trailed home walking barefoot.
Striding from verdant paths to mud puddles;
letting the downpour wash away
his evocative whimpers --
with thoughts of Home;
…and yearning to sip a hot broth
of Lemon Grass quintessence.
Ah, to be a kid yet again…
A final send-off to Summer’s solar flares!
And as well;
…to youthful INNOCENCE!


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Clown's Anthem: Broken Sonnet (Hale)
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