My-Sore...!

And I have let
Paperweights of future
release pages of the past;
memories n' lost dreams
all a-flutter, floating free
clinging to the eglantines of hopes
perched on the shingles of bliss
over-vaulting steeples of ambition
dancing on the cloud of loves
floating on the waters
of a new Jerusalem...
No dead thoughts
overlook my shoulder;
Instead ,I sense
motley shapes, fingers
tingling down my spine
softly soothing stress lines
strumming sounds of silence
soft buzz of blooming blossoms
evoking a luminous halo
a star-lit chimera,
a dancer called 'Now'...

Climbers......

A  smile , a  face
the mirrors
of a warped soul;
a climbing creeper,
the sap-draining scourge
of the darkling Green.
Hope a-twinkle ,evil-eyed
strove upward, arms a-sky
reaching heavenward,
lip-smacking, triumphant.....
The tolerant tree ,a sudden blink,
a moment of  clarity,
like Atlas shrugged.
And there she lay,
grounded , coiled ,all-enmeshed,
useless confetti,
the aftermath of
a moment's celebration...........