Twilight's Farewell
Her orchid folds glistening moist layers, gracefully swelling throbbing; a primal display urging night, "Descend". I inched toward the window to watch them touch; shades of blue fondled pink with crimson passion as I held my breath watching day kiss night farewell. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Country Acre
I wanna find an acre that I can call my own high-n-dry, affordably priced so I can get a loan I need ta find an acre a quiet little spot where I can rest my mind and smoke a little Oh, I gotta find an acre away from city lights ta hear the bull-frogs croonin' on a laid-back country night Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Way Back Then
In childhood I knew and listened to your voice calling me into the rain where I giggled and laughed as you slipped and splashed sinking slowly under my skin. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Eyes Of A Child
Young and old watch as middle-aged anxiety shimmies, in gray flannel hand-over-fist till truth eases their grip returning contentment to all who see through the eyes of a child. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Summer Morn
Longevity elbows clear prospective opportunities to study and explore all that had passed blindly, before a heart full of love gliding, as beauty through a summer morn. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Crude
Black rivers flow crooked and stream to pockets covering the sun. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Charm Bracelet
Silver lines her wrist gray days, chained close, dangling melancholy charms Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Seeds Of Madness
How boldly greed rips humanity’s vein when global discord signs the note. How freely blood red swirls indigo blue bleeding on white declarations. How true were they who lay face down patching our crumbled foundation. How sadly tears well from dominant quests and lessons unlearned, seed madness. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 1999 |
Set In Gray
Gray comfort not hot, or cold a metronome, set before time began to whittle acceptance constant, controlled it remains our usher of night. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Can You Feel Me ?
Can you feel me at first light when heaven clings to earth? Your eyes almost open as my lips slide past to touch the place that sparks and crackles in amethyst wisps of autumn air prodding you conscious. Can you feel me on evenings when mirror mist trickles? Your neck snaps around as my hand glides down to trace the skin that teased and pleased in sweet-smelling sheets of eau d'carnage seeding redemption. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Christmas Thanks
We'll caramelize our popcorn balls make lemon ice-cream snow Hang mistletoe from ceiling beams for doting hearts, below. We'll light a holly incense stick then stoke a crackling fire Wrap sugarplums for Old Saint Nick while listening to the choir. And when the evening star appears we'll bow our heads in prayer Thankful, as His birthday nears for joy and peace we share. Author - Cynthia Proctor Copyright © 2000 |
Remembering Rain
Statue plays pan flute Where rain prisms mountain sun Soft, as evening rose. |