Lacuna

A lone, windswept... weeping willow
Tired of changeable toxic breeze 
Conundrums staged... perplexing
Do you crave my Love, a release? 

Where are you my Persephone? 
Do you wait for me... are you there?
Sense day’s light dwindling to dusk
Darkling... cradled by despair 

I am hope‘s bruised butterfly
Gentle grace within my touch 
A rippled flux of universe 
Unabated... unconditional love!

Ache for a life painted passionate 
Two singing spirits that tremolo truth 
Peace, pillowed-quilt... compassionate 
My soul’s amber-encased... loving muse

Empty, lonely... tear-stained, tussled sheets 
Twilight slithers... lick our wounds 
Leaves us, cold wraiths... desolate 
Yearning tender care... new moons

Oh Love... wrap me in your velvet tones
Hold me safe, in celestial words 
Lie with me under this Harvest Moon
Be loved, precious, cherished... and adored

Dreams, I press like violets
Forever, my heart’s lyre... laid at your feet 
Twinned light, transcends Autumn’s equinox
Won't you fill my lacuna, Love... please come unto me 

Synchronised, our spirits aligned... contented! 
Shine, goldening-wise, Fall’s souls’... quantum seeds
Love’s autumnal, bright... Phoenix, piled feathers
We’ll rise again, upon zephyr’s peaceful ease
Together... we will find what has been missing
Equilibrium’s love.... life’s illusive... puzzle piece!

© 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry - Debbie Razey
Both poem and art made on photoleap

Autumnal Bygone Days

 

Autumn whispers secrets of those who have gone before
Amber, Auburn pirouetting leaves... scarlet, saffron
Falling tree debris... bright fire rain, russet, sanguine tones
Crispy crunchy, staccato steps... symphony’s cyclone 

Squirrels hoard buried treasure troves… forest tree pantries 
Kaleidoscope... leafed-fairy wings, waltz upon the breeze 
Bare, skeletal trees disrobed... in moonlit shadows moan 
Schoolyard conkers, hibernating hedgehogs... snuggly homes 

Decorations, weeping willow tears… Ole Hallows’ Eve 
Witches, skeletons, vampires, ghosts... children cloaked in glee
Families enjoy traditions… ancient festivals 
Priceless moments shared... magic, mystery, fun-filled awe 

Foggy, frosty Fall’s stark morns… home-baked blackberry pies 
Pumpkin spice, treacle toffee… trick-or-treat candy smiles 
Rosy cheeks, woollen hats and scarves… searching for lost gloves
Cold hands warmed, by dear loved one’s breath… cosy blanket hugs 

Firework spectacular skies... Catherine Wheel lit-eyes.
Neighbours encircled, stacked bonfires... enkindled, hailed cries
Guy Fawkes’ eerie effigy... consumed by leaping flames 
Glowing hearts, red toffee apples... sparklers signing names 

Days drew in... darker dawns, velvet nights; hearth glowed ablaze! 
Starry bedtime stories... loving pooch, Pearl’s faithful ways 
Making pom-poms, pies, knitting... singing Oklahoma 
Autumnal yesterday’s shades of you... Dearest Grandma 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
Art made with AI on photoleap

Star-Sailor Twin

I'm cast adrift on enkindled fireship 
and not even Zeus could quell these flames
My heart for storm’s waves feels ill-equipped 
Crave together... we’ll love’s voyage take 

Dream of a time, you may one day be mine 
My soul feels yours through the dense sea-fog 
I can't see stars, but oh... how they shine
Just like I sense with you.. that I belong 

If our two laden lone ships collided 
in uncharted, bottomless waters 
Beneath these tempestuous, solemn skies 
Would we be victorious... or slaughtered? 
How can we know... if we don't even try?

Would Poseidon gift us his protection? 
Twinned flame, seafarers ... granted safe passage? 
Or feel lightning’s wrath... unyielding tempers?
Would vengeance sink us... our minds be damaged?
Breed resentment... sever bonds, connections?
Would hearts’ sails catch fire... and incinerate?
Or would souls burn... happily enlightened? 
Illumined... our true love’s harmonious fate

Life filled with love, joy peace and laughter 
Or drown in dire disaster... tsunami’s wake 
No, we're not doomed... we bide time and meander 
Two ghost ships off course... but we still have hope! 
As fears’ obstacles, our love can conquer 
Not on sea’s barren bed, die anchored… and alone 
Instead, we’ll deep dive... claim Atlantis as our home 

One day soon… throw love’s caution to the wind 
Navigate... our one true destiny 
For without you, forever daylight... would rescind
Spirit sacrificed... to crepuscular, cruel seas
My mutinous heart, could never give you up 
For without you... would forget how to beat
I’d rather be shipwrecked, together… my soul’s kin
Than sail apart, without your heart... star-sailor twin

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry 

Art made on #photoleapAI

A Cloth-bound Classic

To be a cloth-bound classic... oh what I wouldn’t give!

To be lusted after, coveted; when dutifully collected… I’d beguile

To make someone happy, feel special… when given as a gift

To adorn stately bookshelves… in far-flung countries around the globe 

To be stroked by wanton fingers; my tactile, foil-stamped…intricate, alluring design

To be thumbed through, perused and devoured diligently

My name in golden script, glistening… smiling proudly from the spine 

To be handed down from one generation to another 

I, a secret porthole to lives not yet met or lived

To be made up of passionate love affairs and glimpses of whole new worlds 

A tome steeped in culture and ancient myth... full of folklore, legends and mystical lives

A story delectably described in exquisite, poetic language 

A book so profound and emotive… it could make you cry!

A tale that illuminates all of life’s humble... simple blessings 

Channelled through deft senses… word-smithery, sensual and divine 

Depicting Nature’s stark wonders and magnificence 

Reveries and mysteries of the human heart… so complex and sublime 

Whispers of all the silent secrets, the oddities of the mind 

Life’s fragility and brutality, human tragedy… loss, pain and demise 

But most of all, I crave to be held… cradled, cherished and adored 

Snuggled down in bed with… or read, at the foot of a great tree 

For readers to lose themselves within me... at home or to be enjoyed beside the sea 

To be considered a revelation... a thing of ethereal beauty 

Without having to have a complexion, a reflection… or a skin-clad body

To carve out forever a small place of nostalgia… in people’s hearts and minds

To bring comfort and escapism to all the lonely… scared and shackled souls 

To set the sad and suffering… their imaginations alive, wild and free 

To wile away the reader’s precious time... to be a waking diaphanous daydream 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry.

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Platform Poets

Can you see my soul through your glasshouse stoned eyes

society’s spider web false ceiling disguise 

Thinking and feeling people with centipede legs

Spreading across continent's 

trying to bury bombs in pages of books 

Only to be misunderstood... their hearts! 

Finding each other in the thin pale edge of reality 

In vague, obscure, abstract lines of deft poetry 

that our forefathers the beats drifted in from the west

Minds wanting to be authentically true... to their own unique selves  

An unabated, unapologetic way of seeing 

A wild abandonment of emotion

Bleeding... onto endless scrolled highways 

A byway parallel to the more frequented universe 

The galactic path... most commonly travelled 

Civilisation has become cursed and we don't want to be part of this plastic prepacked mania

The feigned, fake... allocated boxed, slots of hysteria 

Underneath filter upon filter... of sheer subterfuge 

Beneath a deluge of digital dazzling distraction 

A mere fraction of existence... only actually being lived 

Lorded through hypocrisy’s vain, catfish sieve 

Of benign nonchalance, we’ve begun to congeal 

In a concealed tomb of a life-proof, love-proof lego world 

Bohemia... scattered like stardust into the dirt 

Poets, artists punching out the walled frame... that draws in;

suffocates... as oppression leads to depression 

Regression of the collective cosmic mind

Trying to scramble through the labyrinth 

Astral anarchists... travelling the night skies 

Decadents of dissidence... slaves to our phones 

Across many times zones... vibrating in sync

Crosscountries in a sprint... as we rave at the dying moon 

and pray in emojis...that soon we will touch with our art 

Our splayed dissected rambunctious hearts

Of paint clay and ink... words notes and blinks of minds’ eyes 

Through multiples of Pi... concentric cycles 

A colony of wayward bees... upon the static breeze 

breathing deeply in through the archaic roots of life blood trees 

As we realise water is life and within it, we all need to flow 

Into the unknown... of a melody written upon constellations... a long time ago 

In an indelible ink... invisible to the naked eye

Only to be felt, like lay lines, at the cores of our very beings 

In Fibonacci’s sequenced... cadence of time 

We are the social media Bards… the Platform Poets’ renaissance 

Letting our spherical minds unfold... unwind into the analogue  

recoil back into the soil... where our hands belong 

In tune with nature’s slow, sweet song... of simply being 

We don't wish to play this insane delusional... diabolical game  

In a subdued, drug-fueled... diluted consciousness

We are the renegades of rage 

and we... from word flowers

will make honeyed love! 

Art Lab

~ A.R.T.L.A.B ~

Through an oversized, biohazard signed door led 

Into meshed-fenced pen, beneath an ambient sea of red 

Made of reinforced steel; towering at least eight feet high 

On a full moon cast night... under a May, spring sky 

Feeling euphoric buzz rise… of a chemical daze 

Waiting eagerly at door of a private party rave

A.R.T.L.A.B. it was called... now a legendary rave

Down an alien-headed, welded staircase was led 

Into dark bowels of a warehouse; techno lair daze 

There, a wall of music hit me… fractured by strobes red

Blackwashed floor, walls and windows; UV-painted sky 

Where both Hippies and Punks danced away the night... high 

Floor’s thundering vibration... all minds and spirits high 

Hard Trance beat, penetrates… intoxicates the rave

Thick white smoke bellows... creating atmospheric daze 

Floating hands; angled movements sequenced… elation led

Eyes ablaze and mouths contorted; cheeks blushed... blood red 

All arms raised in air… serpentine in lightwave’s sky 

Soaring now on music… with Lucy in the sky 

Levitating in moment... on dopamine’s high

Strangers all-embracing… encircling spotlight red

Everyone loving each other… art, culture, rave!

Mere rats, to the music’s Pied Piper… DJ led

Riding the undulation... into oblivion’s sky 

Across the dance floor... wide-eyed constellation sky 

Frenzied stomping feet… dance in a hyped,

marching daze 

Quickening to crescendo... from the decks we’re led 

Bursting into applause and waving glow sticks high 

Bouncing floors, pulsating walls, of a 90s rave 

Abstract, gurning, ‘Dali’ Faces… eyes all blood-shot red! 

Suddenly from basements darkness… lazor pointers red 

Unwelcome daylight pierces dance floor… rude dawn’s sky 

Police in full riot regalia… storm the rave 

Lovers huddled in corners… now in panicked daze

All scrambling to seem sober… to dispel their high 

Ravers, still dancing, but in handcuffs… outside led! 

Hedonistic youth’s daze… faded, now sunset red… 

Today, frequent calmer sky… as age quelled the high 

Now, in only dreams rave, halcyon days… once led 

©  2022 - Violet Moon Poetry #sestina 

Sound

Why do we try colour the air with words?
Pigments of touch through proprioception learn
Phonetic symphonies of those unheard
Tones, pitch and shades of their vernacular
Has eighth sense now of empathy been lost?
Has aurigraphy lexicon replaced
our innate primal instinct... at what cost?
Regressed through knowledge, whilst sixth sense
defaced
Like the waves. all sound ripples, crests and falls
In rivulets, cascades, pools... deep maelstroms
An ancient pasigraphy sequenced call
distracts from our bodies' vibrations hum
Our harped halcyon ambience unfolds
Auras visceral perceptions penumbra
Geometries cymatic patterns mould
Truth… essence always lies in the umbra
Sand grains reveal sound waves as mandalas
Chladni's plate shows frequency visualised
Trope….. pareidolia reflects stellar
through sequence, cadence.. all materialise
Establish sacred space and third eye's lens
Through mindfulness mantras. filters hone
To feel wonder's symbiosis ascend
Witness... become…. creation's rhythmic tone

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry