Thursday, February 17, 2011


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

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

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.


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