Showing posts with label mystical poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mystical poetry. Show all posts

Monday, January 20, 2014

Sweet Release by Diane Dehler



Sweet Release

I follow a leopard
up steep cliffs and
breath escapes; oh
pain of a stolen rib.
I enter a territory
high in the mountains
of Kathmandu
where I have known
a thousand nights &
eyes of surrender; a
sweet release.

A moment of spirit;
a body gives itself
away and returns.
I know the tired
anguish of a long
journey that never
ceases. Or a lover
that never comes, a
mated century of
doves roast on
oracle fire.

Leopard, I follow
you into a craggy
mountain terrain
where the gentle
hours give way to
a kohl lined night
of predatory love.
You are hungry for
bare flesh and a
most delicious
entry into spirit.


In burning fire
love comes to me
with speed; sinking
teeth of a leopard.
Eat my flesh and
consume my heart.
Blind my eyes with
smoke of centuries
of altars. Carry my
bones around your
smooth neck, my love.

Kiss the sacrifice,
inhale a multiplicity
of rosettes.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Metamorphose by Diane Dehler




Metamorphose

I

A swan floats into a
weir-fall singing
we are all lost.


II

I say, this is not true,
your soft hand on me

Discovers the place
where none of us are
lost.

III

I am a shell on a sandy shore
hollowed out mother of pearl
interior


IV

I become a gray dove
and the day is raining.

Our love a deep image
moving forever untouched
forever in water.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

To Aurore by Diane Dehler



Aurore: Goddess of the dawn, rising with
Rosy fingers from the saffron colored bed
Of Tihonus 1587.


To Aurore

Her eyes smoke
topaz in the last of
night sky.

While the world
is sleeping, first
glint of light.

Aurore rises cool
with the angular &
chill new moon.

Night is drenched
with dew awakening
into white sea.

Flower petals fall
dark from a windy
and bruised night.

Tears hesitate and
spill forth diamond
dawn for Aurore.

Morning pauses
as Tihonos steals
one last kiss.


Diane Dehler
Published by Quill & Parchment March, 2013

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Flute by Night by Diane Dehler





Flute by Night

Dark sounds
In a minor key.
At night tide
The flute speaks.

Take me to the
Haunted world.

The leap
Shimmer of trills
Waves rising
& swelling.

Sparkling black sand
In a tortured oyster

Pear arising
Luminous- void.
At the entrance
Lingers the flute

Of sorrow in the
Hand of Orpheus.

Diane Dehler

Previously Published by Quill & Parchment, April 2013.



Sunday, November 25, 2012

from a new series of poems in progress, said Princess Haiku

Leopard Poem 14





Strawberries soaked in

dawn, pale this blood

of a poet. Leopard, I

feed you my veins; a

thrum of sex, you are

unfettered impulse.



Arcane beast, you live

me and I am you. I

see through passage

ways of your eyes and

follow a dusty road into

deep forest shallows at

the river’s edge, where

you drink my soul and I

remember you in

perpetuity.



Leopard of a thousand

stars, I am cloaked in

a sky of rosettes.

Your skin and claws

brined with power and

sated with a savage love.



I slip through cracks of

midnight, where smoke

of frankincense rises in

a ritual dance of self.

You are passion of a

secret hour, a flow of

human blood. A fierce

gift this breath of eternity.

Beware darling, I am

the wild of you.





Diane Dehler

@2012 all rights reserved

Diane Dehler...The Lotus

Monday, November 19, 2012

Belladonna's Poem to Vladimir



To Vladimir


I am Belladonna a white flower
born to simplicity of petal, my grace
eternal lives within your eyes.
According to laws of nature I fade
yet perhaps a dance can bring me
back each year beneath a full moon.

As the midnight hour draws closer
my fade begins. What sorrow will
this night bring if the beauty of art
cannot transcend the life of a single
perfect woodland flower? Alas, it is
time to sleep and dream of other worlds.
I am Belladonna in full bloom, lush with
beauty under moon. I implore you to
dance and disappear by dawn.

I ask no man to risk mortal soul for me,
and the purity of your dancing light shall
guide me. Memory of your beauty will
be a lantern that I carry as I drift into
darkness where perished beauty and
faded petal dwell.


Diane Dehler
@2012 all rights reserved



Wednesday, November 07, 2012

she slept within the petals, said Princess Haiku

She slept within the petals
of a fragrance that held her
as close as eternity and as
gentle as a lover



Diane Dehler @2012