Gloomstones Vol. 4 part 3

Poetry is to express emotions with words,
If these words are as if stones, Which I’ll call Gloomstone,
Then I’d be piling them up like a rough wall around a graveyard,
Not keeping out, not keeping in, just a line,
A method to define what is within.
Sometimes when I’m writing, I take a theme,
At least for a while. This part will de dedicated to one such series of poems.

Dreams She Said

These poems started as a response to a response I read
And the first one was titled: “Two Cents to Senses, Dreams”

“Do you dream about me too?”

Softly laced,
Ribbons of red, lace of black,
Feathers soft
Hair in coif,
Boa wrapped and drapes the back
As she smiles
Woman’s wiles,
Drifting off into a haze,
Then waken,
Slight shaken;
Did the dreams give you a daze?

That’s too bad.

G
The rest of the series starts with a Quoted line and pertains to dreams

“Tell me your dreams of last night.”

There’s a blackness of under,
Underground, without sound,
Shallow earth will slow smother,
Soon comes hell, in earth smell;
Till the only noise that pounds
Is the final beats of heart,
Then there is that bell that sounds,
And the nightmare falls apart;
A cold sweat and all’s wet,
I’ve waken before the flames,
Before calling out the names.

There’s a blackness of under,
Undercover hiding well.

G

“Tell me about your dreaming”

Is it night?
Or just my soul surrounding?
Blotting light,
Taking sight,
Enclosed in a pentagram
Of sightless,
All tasteless,
No touch, odor, or laughing.
Call the names
Lost in flames,
Let them fade off if you can,
Is it light?

Is this day?
Or just another type dream,
Are you near
Will you hear,
Or is it a silent scream,
Down white walls
Endless halls,
The light is too harsh it seems,
Blinding me,
Binding me,
Then turns to blackest of beams,
Is it night?

Nightmares are worst when the dreams
Seems like the reality.

G

“I’ve become too old for Dreams”

The day became too hot for the bird’s song,
In quiet she stopped her rocking along,
No other voice sings or measure to keep
So alone on the patio she’ll sleep.

From her chair, soft swirling in memories.

Shadows shorten to the height of the noon,
Reveals flowers who’ve taken time to bloom,
To air conditioned refuge she’s taken,
The summer garden for now forsaken.

Ever there, soft swirling in memories.

Cool drifts into her bones covered lightly,
Curtained sunlight still bathes the room brightly,
Thoughts slows back to a distant time and place,
When and where she dreamed with a youthful face.

G

“What dreams did you dream last night?”

All in flames,
Looks like I’ve found Dante’s home,
Yellow red,
All are dead,
Tormenting through skin and bone;
No water,
No order,
All is consumed in chaos,
All the flames.

Wooden hallways burning hot,
All have left just I’m forgot,
Knowing that now all is lost.

Then dreams crash into waking
Moments before day breaking.

G

“Do your dreams remember Pasts?”

Once a year,
I count age on my fingers,
My mind plays,
Back the days,
A slow count, must not linger;
Mark the times,
Thoughts reminds,
Each year the count grows higher,
One more year.

Untrimmed nails ragged prone to grime gathers,
These stiff wrinkled hands where quickness does flee,
Not supple freckles but spotted leather,
Each count an epicedium for me.

G

All have a basic theme although the forms are slightly different
From each other.
Perhaps I get to adding this as a series on my Web site,
But with all of time I can’t seem to find any.

A little bit from the past?…

The Singer in Make-up

Sauntering,
Swaying to the soft music,
Like a cat,
On a fence,
Her eyes are flicking a tale,
And the dogs
Below her,
Drooling for her to falter,
Souls watching
Intently,
Sensuality entraps,
Gathering,
Each one in with the applause.

G


If you think of someone whom might like these Gloomstones
Either forward them the email you have gotten, of give them my email address,
And when they request I will add them to my list.

If you tire of these Gloomstones Dark and dismal nature
Then write me and I will remove your name.
e-mail pgloom@hotmail.com

Although I don’t mind if you forward my work to others
Please do not post my material on public boards.
Thank you,
Professor Gloom