My World

A Dancer in Hues of Shadow

Poems for the soul

Ron Koppelberger

Ancient Passion

Behind the frayed edges of a etched urge,

To exuding shadows close yet distant in

Twilights gray ghost, the wont tinctured by an eternal storm,

Wrought in cat tails and black snake

Bloodless, the crawl of an ancient passion, in

Whispers and throes of desire rather than

The momentum of a lost illusion.

Ron Koppelberger

Staid Passions

At length exhausted by the birth of a brilliant

Untouched rush of divine impulse, the charge

In simmering affections of ease, of tender desires in innocence,

The creative vision in sacred yoke,

By the minister of what righteous staid passions

                                                                         Agree to serve.

Ron Koppelberger

Bidden Souls in Shadow

Humming in dark lights of fame and desires

Of oblivion, the sashay of the lost, the twittering

Tome told by degrees of misfortune and days of hidden

Soul, bidden spirits and tragic illusions in dark meanderings untold by

Confused moments of device, said and sold by a caste in musical

Whispers of shadow.

Ron Koppelberger

What Hides Alone

Spoken in whispers of sated spirit and quiet silhouette,

The manner of an ancient tome

Bequeathed by the guests of spirits

In passing reflections of twilight and tall bough,

Swaying like ghosts and in song of the

Surreal surety, gone to the ends of a frayed

Distinction between here and what hides

                                                                                  Alone.

Ron Koppelberger

Winged by Trust

Convergent climaxes in wondering wont, fermented

In wines of holy ascent, in great dreams of forever and a virtue

In scarlet tether, after the nature of still rain, a

Quiet yell of sacred commune coursing the paths of

Love, choice and moreover the way of

Angels winged by

Trust.