The Minstrel of the Blue Moon

The Minstrel of the Blue Moon

 Penned on watermarked cotton paper
Cursive letters script the words
of a surrendering rhythmic rhyme.
The ardent sonata was written
by the light of a Blue Moon’s shine.

The blood red ink bled through
the white wrinkled cotton pages;
musical notes dried by the warmth
of glowing Moon Beams
in the subtle pollination breeze...

The maestro Coyote’s howl cried out!

Instinctively rousing the stillness of the night;
       a feral essence echoed
       through the eerie silence
       of the distant horizon,
bringing helpless lovers to their knees.
 
The words to the Cabernet Sauvignon
stained midnight  lullaby,
were emotions quilled,
blending an aura accenting
organic warmth of tones...

The native maple trees
flowering canopies of Spring
released a dusty yellow pollen
onto the watermarked cotton sheets.

In a moment of rapturous intimacy,
an elixir of intoxicating bliss
illumined the achingly euphoric moments.
A natural untamed wildness was exhaled;
            savored ecstasy released
            into a passionate song of love …

That poignant melody forever lingers,
like hieroglyphics on the walls
of some long lost abandoned cave.

Engraved, etched and stroked
onto the brattice canvas
 of a musical Minstrel’s
     melodic montage ...

Watch the artiste’s fingers
prancing graceful ballet
Worn down catgut strings
          moan 

           purr,

crying out lustfully.
as if it were lovers 

  sighing breathlessly
the rhythm’s cadence
whispers a masterpiece
      in an infinite
    harmonious time...

The tempo’s lines
                Phrasing…

             ...hush...!
                    ♪♫♪~♫ ♪♪

Listen to the pictures flow...
Listen to the weeping guitar strings
of the sensual troubadour
stroking the metaphorical canvas scene.

The ebb and flow of the musical rhythms
arouse the Blue Moon’s hypnotic  allure,
throwing incandescent shadows
      that dance all around.
 
Joyfully twirling, blissfully embracing
in the Forget-me-not fields;
     Bluebonnet Lupine
       swirl and tango
with the moonlit breeze.

Lilacs fragrant aroma drifts
with spring’s churning romantic haze;
rekindling this fleeting memories recital.
The Minstrel and the Minstrel’s song
         now yearn to be set free ~ 

Timbre without reverberation …
The twilight serenade was never penned
to be hidden from the Nightingale

A romantic moment’s sorrowful lament
to be abandoned like a broken dream
fading unnoticed into forevermore ~
Unsung,  unsaid, unreleased,
            unrequited
         through eternity…

The maestro Coyote
is a wilderness troubadour
illumined under the gloaming
full moon’s delights. 

  
Howling soulfully...
        wailing impulsively ~
    ... crying hopefully
mournfully grieving
the Minstrel’s cadenza ...

A bitter sweet musical embryo of love
found and lost
below
         the full Blue Moon’s
         glistening light…

© 2012, 2013 ... Harlon Rivers

tremulous sighs ...(short & sensual)

thundering heartbeat's

thrummed palpitations

eurhythmic cadence's sway

a dulcet storm is swelling

poetry's rhythmic flow

love's tremulous sighs

... unleashed ...

intimacy crescendos

♪♫♪ ♫ ♪♪

.... into unbridled rapture ....


rivers' natural flow

A Blushing Paintbrush

paint aloud

all the ways

we misbehave

in your 

~ dreams ~

harlon rivers

A Musical Surrender

A Musical Surrender

Music sweet as love overflows
from my love-laden secret hours .
Music sooth her heart of soul
Impassioned resonance 

whispers from my heart,
beside the gentle, 

graceful stream's ripple.


Does the melody arouse 

some muted desire?
Flowing peacefully 

with the river’s song?


Avow the dazzling starlit sky
Enrapture the sweetest song
escaping into nature’s ear.
Above the moon rains
her enchanting beams down
Like flowing notes 

of effervescent radiance;


Harmonious, 

delightful sounds ,
As sad and deep as
Lamented love's buried treasures .


Surrender to love’s song
as the tides of love flood
The barren tide pools 

of lonely hearts ;
Whatever past tides 

ebbed away
from the love of life ?


Concede the flooding currents
    fill the heart so full of love ...
the most melodious 

of all the harmonies ;
that one last drop,
one last tear 

of joyful surrender , 

a waterfall

Let love’s blossoms swell
Into rain awakened flowers .
The genesis of splendor awaits,


The love song’s 

intimate accompaniment ,
Yielding an inspiring 

dream’s transcendence .
Enabling the sound of music
touch our moonlit slumber
as we embrace 

in the gentle stillness

Of our merciful surrender…


© harlon rivers


Feb 14, 2014 ...

Full Moon 14 day(s) old

Saint Valentine evokes

the colour of love
on the heart

We met at the edge ...

We met at the edge ...

we met at the threshold

... the world gets small 

standing on the edge

we let it spill

it dulled the pain

flooding the aches ,

the purging flows

the holding on

the letting go

sow the seeds

a song  might grow

then without a word ,               

  we just        

let     

go

♫

♪

♫

but , 

all of it       

was music ...              

   Harlon Rivers

October 22, 2013

incinerated sparks

now I stare at an empty space,

the singe on the surface is telling,

traces there was a scorching heat

and,

ashes unseen harbinger;

flames are sparks incinerated,

fanned smoldering embers

...enkindled

hot with the cold?

the throb of a muted rhythm still pulses?

dreams of reality?

reality in dreams?

Popsicle soothing chill's pang ?

scattered rose petals cooling passionate friction ?

It's a terrible thing to doubt what we feel;

restrict the sting of the salty tears on an open wound

hesitation to touch inside the fiery ring because of the blisters of the burn...


© Harlon Rivers

Upon Vast Unknown Oceans..

See beyond the vast sea’s foam.. 

Look west for to gaze fondly upon dreams

Feel the motion of breeze marking ebb and flow 

Of gravity's push and pull of hearts

Currents tides flow astir

Upon vast unknown oceans

Beyond where sky kisses the seaward sunset.

Intimately embracing 

Becoming one sigh

Unto twilight unbridled bliss...


© harlon rivers

"breaking silence" ...snippet 10

"breaking silence"..snippet 10

a square peg hovers atop a round hole..

silently the shape of angst

straddles...the threshold of emptiness

passion astir speaks volumes..

those who wish to speak but are mute

sighs...breaking silence

© Harlon Rivers

...snippets from thinking out loud

to be continued