Born of Hephaestus
Pandora was key to hell
Pyxis holds Elpis
Haiku Horizons prompt ‘key‘
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Remnants of love
are the last breaths
of the narcissus:
lifeless, black petals,
eyes gouged red from crying,
and inked pitch stains from dying…
Flowers drift and flowers sigh, all erstwhile
emotion from wilting lies that leave signals in the thorns
below that prick at tender lesions to show wherein deceit
and disease has spread to choke a love as yet unwed.
Scattered petals bare no perfume just cluttered haste
of abandonment strewn like sadness across a waste ground’s gloom
in the clinging vines of ivy rose – your stinging charms
still suffocate and presuppose, squeezing the life from all that’s new,
leaving nothing behind but necrotic hue.
Naivety lost and innocence shed makes me the bud
whose sorrowful dread was nurtured and revitalised, but far too late
I realised; so take these dew drops cried anew to moisten
seeded ground for you, to tend, to fret to watch them grow,
and when full bloom of youthful woe is within your grasping
hand, I will return in spirit like a flame’s nebulous glow –
to fire this, Svengali’s land.
Hold that smile,
hold the pose
in these weird days
that hold our breath the most:
awkward posture, selfish guises,
bulging eyes strung out on technology.
With our free hand
we raise a glass to future’s past
the ghosts that couldn’t
Downed in one
makes cheers last longer,
to smooth over doubts and fears
as froth dribbles down the chins
set to rest on crisp
cracked sneer –
all aimed at the ghosts
who fake it.
out the background noise
as we drink to our health;
it’s part of the game –
we drink to drown our sorrows.
Intoxication is such
that we need it so much.
In limbo we stand bereft
and very appealing
since life can be unbearable
with little consolation
We drink by ourselves
and ogle ourselves
in full fascination
of ourselves –
the future ghosts
that won’t make it.
Cast adrift among
the bubbles –
we are remote and detached
in its liquid
arms to brew animosity
and anonymity –
cast adrift only a short time
before we collide
and we burst; spewed out
but still trapped inside,
we become the toasts
oblivious to the ghosts
who can’t take it
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Belief unifying hope
The end never came
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Sea blue sky was surf unbroken
above playful cause within
the order of cetaceans –
strokes of teal skim waters
crazy with the wind’s swirled particles
inside waves’ distant beginnings,
echoes crash on beach cusps –
whitewater ridges release beach leeches
to the backwash and black knights
ride the breakers of surreal.
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