Broken Glass Metropolis
 

I really enjoy poetry and free verse and thought perhaps starting a thread and throwing some of my old works in it will give me a nudge to write more often. I'll add more as I sift though.

I'll start with a favorite:

ETA: (I wrote this one before using the screen name Metropolis... so in that, the use of the word metropolis is not in reference to myself)

Broken Glass Metropolis

City at night-
City of light
Offer up your riches
and promise so sweet
You lift them high
up to the sky-
Then throw broken bottles
at my feet

Hope smouldering
in aged smoke stacks
lighted silently
by faint moon-
The clouds scurry
churning swiftly
as stars come to see
the city swoon-
Its concrete arms
reach threatening.

City at night-
City of light-
Broken glass metropolis
turn me inside out
take me
break me
Lift me high
above the night
Make me
whole again

Whispering
midnight winds
come lay me down
beside wet streets-
To tell me
of the sweetest dreams
then throw broken bottles
at my feet.

Oops, I intended to put more in here last night but was distracted, in any case... more of a free verse form I guess you call this one.

A Solitary Soul

A solitary soul... dancing-
illuminating the night.
Clean and clear-
glass ribbon-
too easily-
shattered and broken.

Being of fleeting light... splintered
cast cruelly into the dark.
Once shimmering-
dazzling glow-
now dying flame.
Fractured and mortal.

Ghostly marionette... stumbling
held fast to earthy plain.
Tangled puppet-
fitful and-
lurching struggles-
in its fleshy cage.

Melancholy spirit... ablaze-
semblance of liquid blue.
Luminescent heart-
the small faint soul-
flees and flits-
with the shifting wind.

Cutting across the sky... unbound-
severed bindings below-
one freed at last-
with the gentle-
forgiving-
rain of time.
It struggles-
no more.

Thanks Andrew...



The Spider and Her Mate

What quiet game is this
that you play
silent
and unseen?
Feeling your lovers presence
with your senses
ever keen.

Tapping your web
slow and deliberate
teasing him near
waking his desire-
In a crippling flash
will he become
a drifting ash
in your funeral pyre?

His instincts betray him
with images
of rain
of sun
of love and life-
He dances for you
to indicate
his possibilities

Entycing him deeper
into your web
deliberately hiding
your intent
quiet and poised
drawing him unto you
until his grappling
passion spent-
His dance long forgotten.

Entangled in your silk
you neither kill him
nor set him free-
Are you contemplating
his unseen fate?
A fermented meal
to further sustain
your hungry feel?
Leaving him suspended
just in case?

Why is it
that you do not make
the bite
that may softly wake
or kill
his now tired
and sleeping body?

Can you not
set him free?
Held by fear
that he will flee
never knowing
your intent?
Are you not full
with the bruised
and broken
heart he lent?

What secret is it
that you keep?
What thoughts of this
you cannot speak?
Is this love?
Is this malice?
Why do you lie in wait
why do you not move
or make
your prey?
He wants to know.

I love this. In my thread "Behind My Walls" a poem called "The Beast Within" however in the past I have written using spiders and beast as metaphors for seduction. I love the feminine mystique "moth to the flame" thing... dangerous and yet transformative.

Lust can be so many things.

This inspired me to put thought to this and see what spills from me.

Thank you