blood drips like fuel
down the sleeve of an old twill
down the sleeve of the burgundy
striped gathering on the cuff links
rubied pearls
gems cherry and dark
light flickering
votives falling to the
street
like hot solder on the tin lines

a stream of traffic rises on
the hill
cresting and evaporating
faces turn
eyes of blue and brown
pale and dark

In each heart are beating
rhythmic notes
some take form in melodies
while others script unsung songs

This is a culled version as per suggestions of some fellow members which are well taken

I picked this up so quickly
you said river
I in hast read Lover
I thought twas a poetry
on lovers like me
So many compose on me

I follow you
do you follow me
have you ever read
my waffly poetry
do kindly
at times it s fragrance
spreads far and wide
but only at times

Someone asked me of colours
this was my view

The rivulets now thinned
from bulge to scampering
water, tapering down.

Copper blood colour flows
from tails the mountain told
of floods past, before the dry.

It's drills, puddle-fills
paradiddles of wet
percussive laughter.

Longing for the river,
then the sea, I walk against
the current,

but my mind electric, flows
back down, among the
moss and stone.

Awaiting sand coloured light
of evening and the gloaming
light to roam.

keening of the rain
in the brush outside
beyond the pain of light
on the drab thicket of tin
wrinkled in wear of a
millenium of sums
of suns

a best Robert Lious Stevenson
sprawl an that unwound down
drawl
the blues creep like ivy on
the crypts
kept moist by mourners
fears and hurricanes tears

coconut water and rum
cherry dipped cheroots
a nickel plaster in worn
out wine tips with fraying
laces

You can talk about your symphonies,
Your chamber group ensembles
Your operatic arias
Your Anthems, hymns and spirituals.

But my soul is touched by far
By the down-and-dirty licks
Of a funky Blues guitar
And melancholy lyrics

Electric or acoustic,
Righteous players give it life,
And sing of being down and out
And hard times full of strife.

“If I didn’t have bad luck
I’d have no luck at all”

So many against one another.
Watching souls plunge; freedom suffers
From liberty, money, power
Respecting only society's hour.
Live and let die......

Mist on the windows
shadows on the walls,
whispers in the night
from far away jaws

Softer are my cries
lighter my steps,
sinking ever deeper
into the depths

Thoughts of childhood
haunt my dreams,
my mothers waiting
eyes, are a gleam

The four walls close in
containing my pains,
hiding from the world
as it steadily gains

Thoughts turn to lists
that will never realise,
choosing to look backwards
at the love's that wont die

oh livid red
the relief fled
beneath the gown
of summer cold
a symphony of
droplets
shivers from your boughs
the sheen atop
these crowns

I've stood here
too browse
the distant gleam
your islands flat
heed against horizon
edge

a troubled sky lingers
tonight
no moon
this sweet ache
sewn between the
breaks
sparking like a chain
thrown open on the
road
a serpent spitting
fire
like a wire
breathing fire

I set myself aflame to purge myself of sin
The fire sears me deep beneath my leper's skin
Yet cannot heal the scars that bleed the heart within
I seek for peace of mind to still my sorrow's din
Alone I've wandered years a Cain of restless path
Blind from acid tears beset by storms of wrath
But neither miles or time can my missteps rescind
The faith of Job is lost drowned in scalding rain
The ghosts of dreams abound of rape by folly slain
They weep and shriek for grace but rot forsaken in their graves