Ah, Vesperal Beauty


‘Tis twilight
here while I write
in the wooded garden glen.
It is both warm and damp,
the Summer Solstice so close
that our clammy hands almost

Light dims and dims more.
Rusty-breasted sabiás call
for day’s stop.
“Time best to quit,”
they chime in song,
as cambacicas tweeter and twit
and hop along leafy limbs.

Crickets chirp, frogs, too.
The dusky hue of the thicket green
darkles to black,
while the vespertine Nicotiana,
whose purple velveteen petals unfold
unmatched in their beauty untold
but by only their fragrance,
begs the nocturnal hawkthorn moth
to feed.

As do the mosquitoes of a fever breed
that buzz all aloud
at my eyes and my ear tips
and swell about my face in a cloud
nipping at me, sipping of me
with the stinging ferocity
of red-bellied piranhas
upon flesh in a river of bloodlet

I dash hurriedly
to the safety of the house
and leave the twilight beauty
to the beasts.

Author’s edit note: I corrected the name of the flower in the 3rd stanza which I had copied over wrong in early revisions. The Nicotiana is a night flowering ornamental tobacco plant that grows in my garden and smells of a jasmine scent, seen in the background of the photo. ~ Jason

Also: I am attempting something new– I’ve found an OpenLink Poetry blog dversepoets here on WordPress– this will be my first submission into any type of poetry discussion group! Wish me luck! ~ Jason


In Spring Anticipant

The inevitable
within the veritable in-swept winds
whence change looms
in Spring
like radiant blooms
from vernal buds burst incipient
One generative thrust
of cyclic revolution
the recurrent evolution surges
and from which emerges
a transformative shift
of perceptive perspective
out of dormancy
and Age
out of infancy

This photo was inspired by and was submitted to the 52-Pick-Up Challenge at Print-Sense Photography


In a rabid feast
engorged on the vapid
and least
the voracious greed of vacuous
need and want would
come soon to

And there
wasted in perforate debase
I tasted the seeds of giving
and the sustaining greens
of living
with less

The forsaking
a redress of excess
I relinquished the profiting empty
and ate of the proffering