The Mask

The Mask
Folks! Hold that mask of yours firmly, just in case it might unveil YOU.

Curtains up
The play begins
The King
The Queen
And the Knight
Up here from the balcony
I behold

The King's got

In A Nutshell (Her Oddity II)

In A Nutshell

(Her Oddity II)

Our souls miscible
We whisper in perfect harmony
A moment of pure bliss

I,a nifty poet
And she,my naive muse

So naive that she would
Play hide and seek with stars under the moonlit sky
And wear wild flowers on her dark hair
Croon along with the birds at the dawn
And play with pregnant grapes with care

And there was I
Rhyming about her grace
About her never ending moonshine
And her nudges and caress

She had eyes of opals
And a body of a nymphet
Heart of a child
And wit of a fool

Soon the boulevard we were on
Opened into narrow dark alleys of dusty bricks
A silhouette above our heads
And she started to feel sick

I touched her temple gently
She had a fever
It was a cold Decemberian evening
Of chill breeze,I saw her shiver

She fell asleep in the cradle of my arms
And the place caught fire
She never woke up again
And the dark clouds flew her higher

Without the last kiss on her lips
Without one last farewell
She took my heart away with her
All I'm left with is vivid memories of her in a nutshell

Her Oddity I : http://www.nicheofmine.blogspot.com/2014/06/her-oddity.html?m=1

Poets

Poets

When the thoughts come rippling by
From your window-watching or sky-gazing
Or from the haunting memories of past
Of dry blue eyes,wry smiles and thawing hearts

Starlit Shadows

Starlit Shadows

Deadheading the past
Thou seek for a haven
Through the helical paths

With an inferno all around and in

Paroxysm II

Paroxysm II

Until the gust put the candles out
A silhouette turned the sky tenebrous
The breeze at the briny was no longer zephyr
The seashells at the shore, all void inside

Paroxysm I

Paroxysm I

Yore, I heard the avians crooning the dawn chorus
It was a daybreak
The sky was a different shade of blue

In that serenity
The aroma was pristine
Rendering me idyllic

I frolicked through the woods

Her Oddity

Her Oddity 

Behind those misty eyes
A tempest rises slowly
Refraining to cease

Behind that grimace 
I behold a sane hope of life
A sane quest of bliss

She covers herself up in a veil