| Enchantress Quietly she will wait Transfixed eyes filled with ravens dust Persistent voices sing out to her Teaching wisdom of circles past She has known, for a very long time The leaves drip autumn red They dance in welcome of winter harvest Blood entanglements bind long ones past Snowflakes mingle in faceless crowds Silently she will wait Her eyes focus on the enchanted dream Surrendering to whispers hazed in secret Submission becomes the fantasy of charm She has been, for a very long time Moonlight shadows illuminate form Through her hands this mystery has passed She steps within spheres of unknown worlds Followed by the footprints of angels Crying out to be believed Jo R. Escher Copyright ©2003 Jo R. Escher |
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| A Season's Change Fledgling one, your arrival shook the foundations of mother earth I stood in witness to her gentle arms wrapping around you Watching as the warm soil protected and nutured your needs She towered tenderly above, ever-present in hiding you from harm You began to grow strong in the season of new beginnings The bittersweet songs of birds and thunderstorms encircled you I see also the impressions of scars left upon your tender flesh Mothers leaves began to wither in the summer heat Together your loyality held steadfast, facing the drenching rains The angry winds tore and ravaged tender leaves Wisdom surpassed knowledge, being taught to bend instead of break As limbs intertwined in an embrace, capturing those moments of time A crisp autumn breeze brought forth a splendor of colors Change loomed ever present, as one shifted place with the other Gallantly you stood, a fierce protector in those final days Webbed branches reaching out with lessons learned, some too late A savage winters snow lain cold upon your naked form The brown tattered leaves long fallen away Within the chilled forest one has begun to question Did her falling make even a sound ? 11/15/2003 Jo R. Escher |
| A Season's Change Fledgling one Your arrival shook mother earth The soil protected and nutured your needs She was ever-present hiding you from harm You grew strong in the season The songs of thunderstorms encircled you Impressions left upon your tender flesh Mothers leaves withered in the summer heat Wisdom surpassed knowledge Being taught to bend instead of break As limbs intertwined in an embrace Capturing those moments of time A crisp breeze is the splendor of colors As one shifted place with the other Webbed branches are lessons learned too late A savage winters snow Is lain cold upon your naked form Tattered leaves long fallen away Within the chill one has begun to question Did her falling make even a sound ? Jo R. Escher Copyright ©2003 Jo R. Escher |
| This Secret Garden Twilight reveals the morning dew As I descend into this secret place Long have I been a guardian here Held in bondage through immaculate charm A kaleidoscope of color and mystique Nocturnal creatures soon to relinquish night Tranquillity soothes the stillness within How I admire this lonley woven tapestry Silence is broken ever so gently Fear and curiosity emerge the same My eyes focus upon intoxicating sights Such beauty lashes me spellbound Masterfully she moves within Nonchalant her perception of this garden Exposure can only be mine As a tantalizing smile crosses her lips She feels me watching, this I know Symmetry is chained between us now I strive for balance in thought to her I will return subservient to her spell Jo R. Escher Copyright ©2003 Jo R. Escher |
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| Retrospection Apathetic I cling To the weeping winds Memory forever taints the subconscious I have summoned this visitation Tangible is this goblet of saddness Questions like the pendulum swing Many so I have wondered where you are Whom have you become What dreams have you followed Has failure left you callous and tired Are you begrudged and alone Or has ambition bartered complacency I cede these memories now Chastised We detach to predetermined places Both searching the abyss of escape Devoid we linger Only hurting each other Jo R. Escher 10/05/1983 Copyright ©2003 Jo R. Escher |
| Sculptured Mask Anger flashes blue fires prism Bitterness bonds vengeance deep within Blood mingles the stain of smoldering rage Pungent venom drips torrid this hatred Thoughts of innocence pass with childhood Credible emotions despondent and debased Each instilled by actions of yesterday Cascading into endless rivers of regret Coerce not this conerstone Obsidian black disenchants the soul Vindication is methodical in deed Malice leaves one stagnant and void How shrewd this on going passage Erosion cleansing the defilement of decay Symmetry and tolerance pledge peace Reconciled and renounced with time The beginning of the end Shackled no more to serrated pieces To breathe in This ineffable splendor Jo R. Escher 10/23/1984 Copyright ©2003 Jo R. Escher |
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