New Poetry in shadow

Ron Koppelberger

Deepest Night

Chuckles and grins gone askew in gardens of

Ghostly reverence and clutches of secret

Daisy, a blameless burst of echoing asylum

Given unto the wont of dark eyed lashes and tidings

Of quiet discovery, an amusing address by the stars of

                                                                              Deepest night.

Ron Koppelberger

Dark Nightmares

Sulfur wash and gray sparrows flittering

Near the far edge of a twilight-tide horizon,

The prevailing desire of forgotten youth and aged sufferance

Unto the will of fated dreams and dark nightmares

Gone to seed, a rare energy to continue on toward the

                                                                        Dust of paths untrod.

Ron Koppelberger

Night-Shade Song

In earthen chambers of silence,

the needing moon slivered in spears

Of candent lattice, by the secret discoveries we hold to

Our bosoms, in sated breaths of mist and

Fearful heartbeats pulsing

In rhythm to the night-shade song of wild

Beasts and hidden charms.

Ron Koppelberger

Evening Murmurs

Enjoyment and quiet dreams of cause, borne by the chosen

Weeds and roses of late belief and wine drunk by the edge of a

Sleeping sun, an applause in pale

Mysteries of enchantment, by ranting thrush and crickets loving

                                                               The sky and evening murmurs.

Ron Koppelberger

Soul in Shadow

Immediately coy by the call to dark eyed

Tears and apt affairs of shadowy apparition,

The word joined by whispers of ancient

Parchment and magic’s in caste and cure, the sorrow of

A tender kiss bought by the love of a soul in

                                                                                Shadow.