Hope’s Imagination

Screeds of inks slither
In venous pathways
On fragile rice papers
Feebly made by paupers
Who wistfully pry
For wishful tokens
Of compassion’s compromises
In the lit pathway
On hope’s flighty imaginations
Flapping in tragic
Wills of vehement longings
For real enchantments
Of magicless worlds;
Sombre realistic reminders.

Twinkles

Discounted meteor showers;
Sightings sorely missed in time lapses
Due to restricted circumstances.

Fickle shutter speeds
Opening and closing;
Intentions in aperatures of
Distorted isometric patterns.
Adversity’s worthiness
In illusions of craters by asteroid
Impacts of miscalculated velocities
For actual disintergrating deterioration
Of meteoric debris.

How I wonder,
How many glowing trails
Sparkled and fell, and their locations,
And how they may have never
Existed
At all.

Prismatic Glass Parts

Step through this doorway
And you’ll find me waiting there.
Promises made
But are not fulfilled.
You didn’t know her like I did,
This argument rises
In solitary confinement
Tainted with stains
As black veins separate
Prismatic glass parts.
Dark matter lines
Coloured worlds
Of yearnings
Love, deftly tracing
This shattered illusion.
They separate slowly
Rotating, revealing,
Dispersing in microgravity.

But eventually they’ll
Reach the surface
With no force to
Keep them in orbit.
They’ll fall like rockets,
Fragments will shatter
Upon contact,
Unless they burn up first.