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