Sealight

I remember, yesterday
This marine sky released an inner calm
that betides the forlorn storm,

Where shards of pearl,cyan light pours down
Filtering through the silver brigade of shivering clouds.

An orange motorcade glides by
passing through the dizzying forms of trees
It approaches a bend in the road
which opened up to the bay.

A seaport will stand stubbornly, as it always does,
Against the restless
glistening arms of cobalt waves
As they caress
they will probe and they will throb blindly,
at its closed heart

In the background...,
Gaunt,rugged scarp of islands float by
Gazing down, at a quiet bay in display.
Reminiscing, traces of a lingering dream,

The sealight bestows Antartic hues
upon the dense chaos of trees.
Pronouncing the ruffled, but crisp assembly,
of foliage, and diverging wood,

Dissipate away into sea.
Drifting, salty dreams of foregone memory

Within this blessed frame anew

Come...

I have something to show you

This bay will remain again,
So melancholy radiant, So dreamily blue,

Eclipse

Eclipse

In an around this tranquil laze
blending light from the storm
I tear away your territorial gaze
I am not so of that a simple form

You look at me
Through the eyes

And your lips quiver
to the frostbitten seed
as i enter your lonely dream
Through your eyes, a numbed gleam
White winter roses inside broken glass
Tracing silver lines in the sky
They are the unscavanged memory of contrast

I look at you, in the eye
Where the eclipse is deep

Around the center
I can see you deep

Your eyes are not so of a narrow colour
They are deep
Reflecting light off different positions

The eclipse is the forgotten seed
inside your profound visions
where the eclipse is deep

Sunburn

Behind a wooden frame of stained glass, into the darkening trees .
Towards raging sea.

An evening betides new symphony, drifting, sweeping away in a swirling medley
of melting amber and charred silver

I must say, I was quite speechless when something I composed gets talked down for being too complicated or too deep. Unfortunately, I dont think i write for people as much i am persuaded to write simplified sentences that are easier to understand. Yeh... the sort of 3 in 1 coffee literature satchels, less metaphors , less symbolism, more direct language with punchy headlines. pfft but that isnt poetry anymore, well but certainly sounds like a news article!

Unfortunately, I cannot for the world change my style of writing to suit the majority public. Logical' people should really stop being logical and see everything through the insular, narrow windows of logic and facts . This isnt a science journal ok? gimme a break.