winter maids

Winter maids

The twilight lingers in the sky
as branches shade the dusky eaves,
in silence spreads the fogging high,
a quilt of white, his mind deceives.

Deep sleep enfolds the white surrounds,
this time of dusk that forwards lies,
the aptitude of night abounds,
whate'er has leaned on skylight, dies.

The drizzle drops upon his scripts
as street lights blink their yellow tears,
the winter maids have sealed their lips
to glide on frozen lake frontiers.

Amid the snowflakes laugh and cry
while silent snow forever falls;
so picturesque in dusk and wry
defies in woods his voice and thoughts.

Unsounded drops in darkness blend,
conceived answers drift and rule,
lighthearted laughs in air extend
inside the snow's betrothing tulle.

© Giorgio A.V.2015-08-08, All rights reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-maids-ii/

Her Soul, The Sea (The Ship)

Her Soul, The Sea (The Ship)

The shadows deigned in precise sequence
where skylines have conducted fore the ship,
its blackened sight to boss the thought and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.

The Northern wind was cutting like a knife,
injuriously, messages behowled,
equilibrating on the brink of life
of the foregone to seas, the thinking prowled.

The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog,
bestowing sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods who lived inside the fog.

The tidal and enshrouding foaming spills
advanced the dusk, advanced the bawling horn's
unearthly sounding out; the flowing rills
retracted in the sea its crying mourns.

In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching magnificently the moors;
Her Soul the Sea, an eulogy instilled
inside our minds and souls, where faith adjures.

Pristine the sea, baptized the scene in depths
where psyches stay in canted-over keels,
deceptive were the reasoned-out percepts,
infused where our catastrophe conceals.

The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curiously and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.

Across the Straits, young lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the howling Northern winds and my demise.

© 2013-10-15 G. Venetopoulos All rights reserved
(Iambic pentameter)

To the Halls of light

To the Halls of light

She waited on the skyline - bloom, and thorn
an ointment of vows and thoughts, at night
annealed recited entity - vows sworn
- the brave ascended to the Halls of light.

The bullet traveled in the frozen air
companions loved - his stare embraced the ferns
- the laurel and green sage ascribed his fare
his spirit chose the route of flying ernes.

A lantern flame her thoughts - on peaks, beseech,
ornate the winds, surpass the granite plate
denounced the corteges and oaths to breach,
her highness' steps, adorned demise, third fate.

And in the mists when winds bemoan in pines
their solemn words have fled from slopes to brines.