Poetry

Ron Koppelberger

The Will

The rhythm in nations of drawn skill

And design. The will of flashes in summons to

Arousing perseverance and grace. A reaction

In governed approach and assembly. A tense quality

Of testimony.

Ron Koppelberger

Ivory Lace

The poise of an amazing ecstasy

And an allure in scarlet gossip,

The delicate caress of gentle eyes and

Pleasing sighs, a love in dashes of daring

Embrace and ivory lace, a rouge bliss

In dandelion affections and sugary

Confections of fresh blood and

Salty tears.

Ron Koppelberger

Ashen Gray Ghosts

The meek and unpretentious flight of ebony

Swans and ashen gray ghosts,

An intimate assurance of what’s different

In pointed thorns and sharp assay,

In stone, in concrete and half-light wonder,

The employ of dreams in cognizant

Realms of stout awe, in sane transfer of spirit.

Ron Koppelberger

Evening-Tide Allure

The calm passion of reminders and flittering

Buttercup essence, carried in the light of emergent

Awakenings and ascending heavens in passage

To the paradise and bliss of yielded azure

Nature and given sashay in cattail dander.

                                 The Saffron glimmer of fireflies in deliverance to evening-tide allure.

Ron Koppelberger

Tragic Delicacy

Here to there and everywhere, in the brilliantine halo

Of love creating the cadent aura in your amber eyes,

In your sighs and with the love of your sweet sensation,

A warm breath of perfume in rose blush will,

In the mystery of triumphant journeys and passing

Fanciful bliss, your smile amiss in worlds

Of untoward tragic delicacy and tempted, affected

                                                                              Creation.

Ron Koppelberger

Corn silk Seams

Qualities of humble cure, in the thrall of what is

Sure and sated by the blood of martyrs

And angel song,

A day in backwash, the way in half distant long,

A quandary of firefly spite

In silhouette at night,

The anatomy of what’s anchored by the cries of

Enmity and rancor, an unfettered dream

                                                             In bonnets with corn silk seams.

Ron Koppelberger

The Way of Dreams

The diversity of beasts and burdens, in nervous feast,

The more in ways of the least, a turn in tide and lonely abide,

A husk for the seed in dire passionate need, a born comfort in rare brilliant

Summits of pleasing dawn, in foolish reason and labor

Wild by moments gone, a candid truth by the ways of dreams

And devoted wondrous

Vermouth.

Ron Koppelberger

Warm Bark

Bracing for the whim of doubt and wise diversions

In raven’s breath and sparrows in profound repute,

Unto the migrant will of souls and tears in somber

Everlasting brand, an exiled ambition borne with the

Caress of desolate vagabonds and silent airs of honor,

The mournful cry of bone weary seductions in velvety moss

And stagnant morass, cattails and warm bark, by the

Western sunshine flowing beneath the spaces and between alabaster clouds

Even tall pine bough fur, the respite in terms

Of bidden suns and the way to

Pearls, the way to gentle

Solace and the way to dreaming

                                                                   Dramas in silhouette.

Ron Koppelberger

Tears of Passion

The revolt of roughhewn tempers

In crowds of interposed dreams, a hastened flight

In winds of chance and azure beaded tears of passion

And desire. The love of grasping perceptions

And gasping whispers in silent shores of shelter,

The charm of sweet smiles and tender touches, in

Custody of hearts and spirits dancing in evermore

spells of light.