New Poetry

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

Flames of Reception

The dire dance of survival and

Ghastly grim ghost, a bouquet in violet blood

And syrupy sash, the priceless passion

Of angst and angry scrutiny, the meditative contrition of what allays

The common ground between acts of time

And missions in moted sunglow, bright, luminescent

And in flames of

Reception.

Ron Koppelberger

Angels in twilight

Careful passions in care of love and the sweet sanctity of

Tender beauty, a baptism in crimson shores of

Warm reason and cool airs of spirit,

An elite dance in virtual songs

Of soulful delight, in youthful conquests of

Awakening secret desire, dreaming

The rare want of angels in twilight Rains.

Ron Koppelberger

Cinnamon and Blood

A mournful reign, in odds and ends, in divine truths

Of fate and serene interludes of rest, the oblivious glare

Of eyes in fuzzy focus and smiles in tender sentiment,

An exhalation sought by the cool mists of enveloping shadow

And discreet illusion, a smokey dream of loves’ in flux, well-nigh

In-born , seasoned by cinnamon

                                                                        And blood.

Ron Koppelberger

Passions in scarlet

Hazy aspirations of confusion and gentle suspicions

Of desire,

A unity in perfect ascension and

Commingled essence,

A breath and an exhalation in sighs of

Mysterious allure, a mortal halo of soul defined

By the love of emblazoned dreams

And emanating passions in

Scarlet.