Monday, July 9, 2012

Ron Koppelberger
Shadowy Flight
Attained in chance and sanction, ravaged by
Rare satisfactions of backward trespass and
Entrance, precise, given in blows
Of distant walnut noise, cracking
In savory delight and shadowy flight.
A twilight nod, uneasy and in
Lilly-white amaranths
                                                             Of stone.
Ron Koppelberger
Borne Passion
The righteous satisfactions and secret passions
Of what’s received and amassed in alluring
Bidden acceptance, taunt veils and frayed edges
In bridles of borne passion, the tender
Alliance of what castes need in wont and
Seed and in turns of truth.
Ron Koppelberger
The bearing of Dreams
Meditations delivered unto the sweet shores of emerald seas
And azure skies, in perfect discipleship of
Heaven and evasive angels in pass. A voyage
Serenely alluring in professed muse and gentle
Lore, a winning quiet united by the silence of
Sparrows and rooted shivers of peace, the bearing of
Dreams and divine sunshine beyond the
                                                            Realm of woe.
Ron Koppelberger
Crystal Goblets
The otherworldly spirit of speckled
Confusion and souls of chance,
A breeze in airs of conversion and scented
Lilac bouquet, a blissful invocation in
Communion with the discerning benevolence
Of frothy brandy spheres and crystal goblets
In azure tincture.
Ron Koppelberger
Secret Taste
The fair flaxen parade in poses of amusing
Mystery and embryonic relish,
The wages of bliss and the lay of love
Born within the azure tempered
Perfection of shadowy obsession,
Eyes alight where the sun and twilight collide
In spears of chaste passion, a pleasure
                                            In the enchantments of secret taste.
Ron Koppelberger
Sirens in Song
Becoming the layers of affection and sweet embracing
Desire descried in exhaling wont and ventured cascades
Of pondered romance. A joyful, eminent break
In the professed worry of reflection and bothered
Visions, allayed by another tabloo’ of allure, by the
Overpowering kiss of tattered princesses’ and
Wild eyed maidens in meadows of amber and saffron,
The pleasure in roaming reveries of understanding
Myth, by the fable of sirens in song and quandaries
In verse.
Ron Koppelberger