New seas she sails
with wet, wet eyes
cold, purple lips
a wild, wild heart
A fighting mind
one fateful tune
one fresh start
a blinding light
New poems read
with tired eyes
a stunning feat
those rhyming lines
Warm, purple ink
a healing heart
she will, one day,
recover might
A writing sword
on stormy fields
she will in dreams
all battles fight
And conquer will
those seas she sails
those dry, dry lines
a fighting mind
She starts to sail
she longs to write -
new poems, wild,
they will take flight
New seas she sails
a bright new night
with drier eyes
h e r
s o l o
w r i t e s
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
Souls almost blurred
by shy, dry tears
fears hinted in those
faces—dark and
p a l e
Oppressive times,
so stark and fearful,
Venetian masks
silencing those worry
t a l e s
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
What face we’d find
under such attires—
question harassing our
snotty brains, those
d a y s
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
Oppressive times,
so stark and fearful,
there was only so much
hope to fight those
w a i l s
Momentum for change
Lost opportunity? —
We’d never wish
for those sad days to
s t a y
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
What face we’d find
under such attires—
colourful masks
silencing our worried
faces—dark and
p a l e
She trespasses
the confines
of this purple
forest,
the one
I
just
i
m
a
g
i
n
e
d
My legs
dangling
in the air—
u n n e r v e d
by the lack
of motion
of recent
days
She twists
and turns
and sings
and rhymes—
Mother of verse
Sister of bored
d e s p a i r—
with frenzied
flow
Her feet
tapping
to the sound
of a tune
only I
can
h
e
a
r
She takes
centre stage
and then
she starts
s i n g i n g
All facing
an audience
of flickering
l i g h t s
. She’s perfectly
f i n e .
The muse
that inspired
such musical
m i g h t
*
Her voice
all conveys
the sounds
of wild
r e a s o n
His plot,
just betrays—
some smoke
blurring
t r e a s o n
. She’s perfectly
f i n e .
The muse
that inspired
such musical
m i g h t
*
An opera dream
a grandiose illusion
a silent stream
of utter
d e l u s i o n
All facing
the audience—
some flickering
s i g h t
. She’s perfectly
f i n e .
A standing
ovation on
opening
n i g h t
rarity
gravity
willowy
s i g t h s
sensing
the
fears
that pierce
through your
body
mind
soul
and
thy
h
e
a
r
t
*
rarity
gravity
magical
n i g t h s
drying
these tears
all sensing
the fears
that pierce
through the
body
mind
soul
and
my
h
e
a
r
t
*
rarity
gravity
subdued
star
l i g h t
tearful,
silent,
day-dreaming
we stumble on
willowy
s i g h t s
*
drunk with
wild wonders
day-dreaming
we tumble,
we write,
dream, still,
humble,
f l o a t ,
w e i g h t l e s s ,
t o n i g h t
I gladly
lent
you
my
v o i c e
The one
you borrowed
while you
were still
learning to
s i n g
We played
air guitar
with long,
restless
f i n g e r s
No music, not even
random notes,
coming out of
those make-belief
s t r i n g s
With ingenuity,
we birthed
a lyric-less
and odd-tuned
a n t h e m
a l l v i b e ,
r a r e
s o u n d ,
For this,
our imaginary
ensemble
of dreamy-eyed
s o u l s
night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fighting the dragons—
all the night hosts
flight or
free-falling
at dusk—
such dark ride
wild and
sky diving—
a spiralling
mind
night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fight of the dragons—
by rugged coasts
flight or
free-falling—
the sound of
false tunes
those wicked
noises,
all the sky
croons
play to deaf ears
through all glossy trails—
flight or free-falling,
smokey travails
night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fighting the dragons
in nightmares they boast
flight or
free-falling
at night—
such dark ride
all but
divining—
a spiralling
mind
cold-blooded smile
and somber cues
you think
you laugh —
but
inside she’s
s m i l i n g
her fingers now
holding her
serpent brush —
as she dyes
new days
with ocher
embracing
l a y e r s
black stilettos found
in her long-forgotten
chest of time
nearly crying out —
barefoot days
a r e o v e r
while her canvas,
fair
sets those
h
e
e
l
s
alight,
cold-blooded
s m i l e —
stomping feet
through
p l i g h t
her fingers, now,
firmly hold
the brush—
as she paints
new days
with ocher
embracing
l a y e r s
high-heeled,
great
shine,
warm-blooded,
s l i g h t ,
you think
she cries —
but,
inside,
s h e ’ s
s m i l i n g
i tried too hard
to catch a glimpse
of your soul
on your
fragile
m i r r o r
the one
I forgot to clean
when I got
home
really late at
n i g h t
falling asleep
while fighting
ghosts I’d only
heard about,
not even quite,
i m a g i ne d
for they
never
really existed,
all but a fake reflection
of your silent,
deadly,
maddened,
b i t e
dreams are
dreams—
these
dreams of
m i g h t
as
night
becomes
a subtle
b l i n d
for storming
ears
and
fears of
d e a t h
and silent
smiles
and
rightful
s t a r e s
I sing
I sigh
I dream—
We
d r o w n
those dreams
red nights
a
subtle
c r y
and dreams
are dreams—
those
dreams,
t o n i g h t
will end
the affair,
and
cover,
m i g h t
You sing
You sigh
You dream—
We
d r o w n
these dreams,
such dreams,
this
s u b t l e
b l i n d
LannaZee 