Poetry

Ron Koppelberger

Shadowy Embrace

A wretch in the throes of divine

Passion and the vagabond desires of frayed

Edges, tattered rays of sunshine,

Enchanted by the love of still promise,

Princess dew drops and the nectar of remanded silhouettes

In shadowy embrace, a depth of surrender

To the tears of a gentle

Storm.

Ron Koppelberger

A cure for the Ghosts

The rattle of greater acts, in claim of welcome whim

And magic pampering legacy, indefinite in innocent invitation

To enchantress eager dance, bidden in quiet

Will and struggling fancy, a wild exhaustion in evening

Tide skills and dreaming gestures in rush,

A distinction in moldering demand and

Yawning ascent unto the indigo frayed horizon,

In pregnant beloved remembrance of beguiling existence

And quaky breach of ethereal bond,

A cure for the ghosts of mire and mayhem, an on again off

Promise to shades of eloquent depth and grinning

Masquerade in ash.

Ron Koppelberger

Etchings in Blue

Sensational in silhouetted shadows of smokey breath,

In hearths of unwearied flame and mantles of gold, torn

In gentle scarlet dew, in clear reason and sealed

Destiny, the passionate shiver in winter thrill

And marble window sills framed by the crystal array

Of sunshine tides and frosty etchings in

Blue.

Ron Koppelberger

Rose Water Dreams

The easy evidence of Champaign demeanor and cool

Gilded pearls of contemplation, of shades in ebony,

Echos of celebration, and earned belonging in the desires of glowing caste,

By late evening smiles and quiet airs of weekend belonging,

The everything in all and perfumed mists of

Satisfaction, a figurine in cat’s

Eye dialogues and rose water dreams.

Ron Koppelberger

Adrift in Seas of Sleep

Societies in sources of ribboned pinwheel round, a calm

Circle of roaring silence turned by the hands of children in

Pose. An understanding in May flowers and spring rain,

By the ways of adorned history and ancient ritual, the speedy

Sun and blossoms in unfolding umbrae’ of spirit. The

Surreptitious scent of still lilacs and the flutter of silken

Wings against the frayed twilight horizon, a conveyed skyward

Want in the flight of sparrows and the dreamy tendriled wisps’ of

Dried dander and seed, in rushing baptisms of mercy, unto the

Birth of a poor traveler adrift in seas of sleep. By maypole arrays

And truth told by the will of the hereafter and shouts of glee.

Ron Koppelberger

Butterfly Chase

Sweet sighs and gentle unions of satisfaction,

Innocent by the clear eyed emerald allure of tom’s raging

The rest of ethereal moths and butterfly chase,

In dreaming diversions of wild grassland stealth

And cat scratch clover in gleeful twilight customs

Of skill, vision and spectacles in gray, the sleepy gain

                                                                  Of growls and good wine.

Ron Koppelberger

Alive

Broken clay and parched sandy river-beds, found

In pilgrims rest and ancient coaches, rushed by wind

And savage suns, by the need for survival and

Bidden applause, an earthen asylum of emerald

And glass, borne by the wont of dry eyes and

Rippling waves of hungry heat, by desolate forever’s

And tides of willing wonder, a dream found waking

And colored blue, azure swallows of heralded release,

A hesitant grant shouted to the heaven’s,

“By God, I’m alive.”

Ron Koppelberger

Dreams Told in Moments

Foil and tender emerald tangles in bloom and bluster,

Charmed by the breath of soils and fertile sympathies

In scarlet, the mischief in budding evanescent dreams

Told in moments until the balance

                                                    Of time defers silk to brittle petals in decay.

Ron Koppelberger

August Rain

Triumph in rigorous wishes and better most the passion,

An express utterance persuaded to the prophecy of

Emotional fervor and trial in want, a sworn support,

A clean opposition defined by the need of fighting

Fury and wild birth, shaded by the shores of

Rolling wonder and pregnant skies brought forth by the sanctity of

August rain.

Ron Koppelberger

Mist From Afar

Whiskey salts, looking for the taste, the sated dreams of

What’s kept secret by songbirds and sparrows in soothing

Diversions of grace, the sly smile, like tufted dandelion

Seed, gentle in pregnant release, from a distant horizon,

Bidden by the stage, the seat of fluttering satisfaction, in

Cheshire glow, a comforting view in fuzzy sips seen through the well

Of a bourbon chill and a river of hot ice, the moment in breaths of desire,

Forever in song unto the shadows and the silhouette in passions

Pleasure and clandestined perch, like the wont of fireflies and babies

In chase, a spellbound note of indulgent shiver and singing surge,

Bought at slow sums of sensation, the lady laze in muzzy seas of velvet

Verse, by ballads of mist from afar.