Blue-Grey Skies,
Dark.
the sun sets
but, did it ever rise?
A Wind Blows, a cold sharp wind
on a warm Fall day.
people are skurrying home
under blue-grey skies
In the distance, behind the Lady
The Sun Shines
a Bright new Day
for them.
For us,
for us here,
another sunset
another ending
the death of a day.
the Cold Winter wind blows
on a warm Fell night
in gotham.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
in between the raindrops
There is a silence in the woods after a rain… or perhaps it only comes in between rains… but it is an overbearing, overwhelming, and quite intimidating silence. It actually pushes down on you. Pushes all thoughts down out through your toes, until you can consider nothing, but the silence. There is no rustling of the leaves, they are all wet and heavy. The various creepings, and shufflings of the creatures are muted. The air itself is heavy, pregnant with the imaginings of discontented poets, and sad painters. In this great silence, one can only look inside for something, some sign that there is something alive in this forest.
And that is when it happens,
that is when I see that there is life in this forest, in this world around me.
I feel it growing.
I move inside
I am no longer alone.
Beauty: Ibony and Evory
a light brush here, a touch up there
a slight touch to the finely coiffed Nefertiti hair
Its Friday, and the train lurches
like the Ellington standard
but the delicate hands are steady
on these painted women,
not from Langston’s streets,
no, these painted ladies
live in a corporate world
strong, tested
confident, judged
but!
pretty.
One freckled face, smooth mocha
the stranger to her left,
pale as the the hunter’s moon
night and day
beauty and strength
painted over
who is hiding?
what cannot be revealed?
when will these sisters be free?
li’l celestial princess on the “B” train, o’er the bridge
I can see eyes
haunting eyes
luring me in with
their brightness,
with
their smile.
i see eyes
bewitching me.
making me happy
so happy it hurts
inside.
i see eyes
when i see the sun
dance across the waves
when the child laughs
i see my eyes
i see your eyes
i see the eyes of
laughter and innocence
and i cry
Blue Steel
Calm and Smooth, she is blue steel.
Parting gently as our vessel bladed through,
Slight ripple here, a gentle breeze there,
her only reactions to the rhythmic strokes of the oars
Now the pace quickens, muscles are bunched.
yet still passive is she
amidst the merciless strikes of the oars.
And suddenly, in a gown of white lace
the boat shrouded with her fury.
And in this pure white we are found
struggling, unyeilding in our quest for glory
Her briney gown which mists the eyes
will not stop us.
The oars move faster now
smacking her skin in challenge
She offers a frothy reply
as the boat is consumed by her innocence
Oars are now carefully guided
by bewildered arms,
not knowing where to strike, or where to pull-
Her arms and chest beat about our oars, mercilly
And as we commence in this wild embrace,
we never kiss, though face to face.
There is no love, yet passions run high
for in this embrace, something must die.
Oars pound her back, as she pounds ours
yet still, still we clutch unto each other
in violent struggle searching….
searching for the calmness again
-nomisyar (circa 1996)
Piano Man
Saw a man with a piano tonight
Saw him at Union Square
Saw a man with a piano tonight
Saw him make it real
On the “Q” platform downtown to the BK
He played a little number, on
his upright on wheels.
I saw a man with a piano tonight
and I began to feel.
“Here comes the sun”
the black and whites sang.
but what they said…
Ohhh, what they said.
I saw a man with a piano tonight
There is no need to live with fright.
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