Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

Posted in the Annals of Dusty Shelves and Forgotten; A Writer’s Bookshelf

nestled amidst the hush

an obsolescent nook, repose a miscellany of careless reminders

parchment is beset with an aureate hue, a testament to the unrelenting march of invisible boots

bound tomes, safeguarded chronicles, untold and uncharted and unseen

a yearning to be unsealed, to be pored over and revitalized, persists as an ephemeral murmur, echoing the hope that one day they shall be emancipated from their forlorn stupor

Senseless Syntax; or Tax Season on Words

words spill forth,
in a torrential downpour,
drenching the parched mind,
with a deluge of foreign lore

voices rise and fall,
in a cacophony of sound,
jumbling the syntax,
till sense is lost and aimless

colors bleed and blend,
into a psychedelic hue,
letters swirl and dance,
like an iridescent view

phrases spin and twist,
into a dizzying array,
grammar morphs and shapes,
like an amoeba at play

All the Stones that Skip Across the Unreal Pond

warped time; dream-like state,

the skies above paint a tapestry with vivid verisimilitude,

intoxicate

the people here are a curious breed; from womb to seed,

with mysteries locked in their eyes, mystical dancing,

the unperceived,

underneath the moon man’s amorphous, enchanting guise

a house oozes honey, walls dripping in dewy gold,

a woman who sings to the zephyr’s melody,

and a man who paints with a heart so bold, sometimes broken, arrhythmic nonetheless

flowers hum with the whispers of the breeze,

fruits that sparkle like gemstones in facets,

rivers that ripple with iridescent gleams

bent reality,

with each moment a kaleidoscope of wonder, where the impossible coexists, a world where magic reigns and surrealism’s thunder

heed this warning,

oh traveler brave,

for once you cross the threshold of this realm, you may never find your way back to the mundane, forever lost in a land where enchantment overwhelms

so immerse in the mystical, the enchanting, let your senses succumb to the otherworldly charms,

regenerative

repose