synapses | sonnet thirteen posted by imani , Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 5:53 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the light of the day comes from the
sacred curve of your lips, then
races to the impenetrable strength
of your eyes, graceful and still

who would have imagined that
luminosity exists in a world dampened
and darkened by hurt, but i see
your soul speak of the truth, and

utter the mystery of long forgotten
dreams, colors that echo in the void,
flames that long for your breath

ascend, arrest, aspire for greater
depth within, clinging
only to your wonder.

synapses | sonnet twelve posted by imani , at 5:52 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

what would be the repercussion
if in case i would stop, put a halt
on everything that moves, like a sick
inertia that could have waited for

a more perfect moment, why even
dare ask a question one will never
be ready for? but maybe, just
maybe, i will have no choice

but to let you be, let things follow
the natural order, that is, death
after so much pain ~ we all need

a release, i cannot chain you and
maim you, and think the world
of you in the darkness.

synapses | sonnet eleven posted by imani , at 5:50 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

angles that leave a soul
hapless and empty of love for
oneself, all because everything has
been given up and offered to

you, at your mercy, the diminutive
rage of planets born each second,
the fire that happens, the
opposite of light, straying away

from what would bes and what
could have beens, longing for reality,
flesh and blood and wound and scar

without understanding the weight
of destruction from silence
and solitude, harbors that keep secrets.

synapses | sonnet ten posted by imani , Thursday, June 9, 2011 at 9:17 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

perhaps next time when the skies
will no longer beg for crimson memories
you can afford a synapse
to recall only me, and my humanity

the days end poetically, under
the orange glare of the sunset,
to forge, remember and never
forget the once forlorn taste

of a lonely august wind
that arrests and makes for
hazy afternoons an eternal,

perpetual battle, climbing through
the vines like fatal resurrections
of bittersweet hours.

synapses | sonnet nine posted by imani , at 9:16 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your hands carve the light that
resonates in the fight, racing against
the impatient shadows of shapes,
songs and lines that trap

the poetry in these words, heaving
the foam on the sea, like the
wind and white thoughts
lost within nights and deaths and

demise, only to wake up the next
morning aroused and bemused and
bespectacled by your silence and

sigh, you glance, you nod, you stare,
you dare and surrender to an
emptiness endless and entangled.

synapses | sonnet eight posted by imani , at 9:16 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

desperation drained upon my broken
heart, when on hours alone and
empty i fall still and silent catching
drops of illusions gathered

from dissembled, lifeless atoms
of things you once touched,
moments have become frail and
forgettable and ultimately useless

for i cannot resurrect just a notion,
i need more than a recollection or
an apparition, i crave realities

and manifestations, like the dawn
cracking the peace of the sky to
let in an undeniable light.

synapses | sonnet seven posted by imani , at 9:15 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

and if the world falters to make
your life revolve, this is my wish:
that you find my eyes searching
for you at the end of each day,

that you find my blood seeking
your fire in the midst of pandemonium,
that you find these words begging
for your selfless, undefeatable

wonder, waiting and anticipating
the sweet languor of your
hidden smile, the might of my

thoughts gathering your pieces
to create a kaleidoscope of light
and colour, a soul resurfacing after breaking.

synapses | sonnet six posted by imani , at 9:13 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

to seek the living particles of your
deep songs, the lamentable midnights
you found yourself alone, so i may
gather your wonder in my hands

and tell you that nothing has changed,
that you are and were and never
have been resurrected to any other
form save the unbreakable,

irreplaceable you, the invisible fragments
of your laughter, or the childish sobs
you nurse when we are apart

come alive to surrender
to your near-perfect love, i dread the
hours i would be empty of your gaze.

synapses | sonnet five posted by imani , Wednesday, June 8, 2011 at 7:06 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

your voice climb over the arches of
my thoughts like a stealthy vine of
flowers that carefully fastens
itself to my oblivion, languishing over

you, nowehere, neverwhere, i lie
motionless, with my dreams buried in
your merciless atoms, i could not
bring myself to ask for a release

since these chains and bounds keep
me from drifting away, the tether around
my soul tightens as it scours the

darkness for a pin of hope that
resembles morning after a storm
the wind spirals to blue clouds racing.

synapses | sonnet four posted by imani , at 7:06 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

my heart throbs against yours then
my skin crawls only to seek the
heat and sweat that emerge from
your secret fire, a hearth that

warms a sunrise and makes a
sunset envious of your light, a vein
that, with the dead calm, longs for
the red passion of your blood and

the impossible brown haze of your eyes
in the depths of my hands fell aching
for the hours stripped of all thoughts

but keeping you still, unaltered, untouched
begging the fluttering, hastening wind
to carry your kisses over waters.