New Poetry

Ron Koppelberger

The Puzzle

Puzzling rains and carved etchings in ebony,

A kinship of affliction and wrath, brought forth by the

Mazy mists of patient minds and deliriums in ecstasy, a sworn,

Pregnant find in seasons of power, unturned, untilled by the

Breath of man, in essence, in dancing awareness of

Synchronicity and thoughts of sated taboo, a preferred wine

Served in secret dilemma and chance, the savor of asylums in wont,

Untried by the pieces and part, by the fit and focus of a myriad in

Tempting image, the puzzle in old moons and nascent suns of

Trial.

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

Dreamy Mist

The discretion of secret hems and spinning beauties

In revolutions hold, a wilderness of tired dreamy

Mist, delivered unto the wont of aging

Castes and wishing wonder, brought forth by the need

Of ballroom grand and bridled passions, carelessly welcomed

By the arrival of ancient escapades and the ebb flow of

Emerald seas, discovered near the sparkle of diamonds

And gilded seasons in myth.

Ron Koppelberger

Near to Home

Earnest intentions and shaped moods of utter excitement,

Eager in creatures of struggling bond, the flittering emergence

Of reflections in cause, complement and hue, by azure eyes,

The commingling essence of ancient glass and resonant secrets,

A symbol of freedom, primal in mossy passions of forward momentum

And wooded abeyance, the fervor in thrilling

Paths of garnered desire for the tapestry of carved wooden

Betrothal, in bark and in the stone etchings of lovers in vaunt, in sighs

And castes of shadowy sunrise decree, by the quiet ease of a journey

In distant dramas of jeweled exchange, rare pilgrims found by the edge

Of the lane and near to home.

Ron Koppelberger

Between Seconds and Years

Sworn in misty veils of delirium, the gentle

Rhythm of an ethereal virtue and an easy melancholy

Dream, the push unto amended hunger for the best

In golden winged reward, bothered by the spaces between

Seconds and years, by the breath of a glance

And the flittering moments before tides of inward vision.

Ron Koppelberger

Shadowy Embrace

A wretch in the throes of divine

Passion and the vagabond desires of frayed

Edges, tattered rays of sunshine,

Enchanted by the love of still promise,

Princess dew drops and the nectar of remanded silhouettes

In shadowy embrace, a depth of surrender

To the tears of a gentle

Storm.