The moon rises above the city through an eternal cycle of days. Watching The city sleeps beneath bright stars that its dwellers rarely see for sidewalks capture their gaze within mazes of their own devising. Waiting We live penned in by walls unseen until some grand accident drags our reluctant eyes above our own trudging feet. Waking Then childhood dreams set us free to chase bold pirates and sail on airless seas driven by winds of imagination. Wanting Still, the sly moon smiles wisely, sharing secrets with the city below. © 1991, Aaron Brown
Poetry
The Castle on the Hill
The stones leaned sadly - braced against one another, seeming to forlornly weep in their slow, dripping way... The verdant blades of spring grasses swayed in gentle commiseration against the tumbled walls. Gone were the proud days of wind-swirled pennons waving gaily from atop battle-hardened towers... Gone were the rustling echoes of silk and taffeta lace worn by willow-wand ladies sweeping through its corridors. But the grace and majesty of the silhouetted sunset was worn with such dignity upon its fallen battlements... The feeling of tranquil peace lingering about the ruins was all that remained with me as I moved on. © 1991, Aaron Brown
Storm
Amorphous avatars of an angry elemental god, The clouds make unruly war upon their ancient enemy below -- Casting their weapons of raging light As frequently at and among each other As at the bastions of their enemy's body... Suddenly, the dark bodies of the clouds burst Unleashing the teeming legions of rain -- Vast armies falling in ferocious assaults Try to drown the enemy in the oceans Formed from their innumerable broken bodies... But Earth is far too old and wily a general To be overcome by such unsubtle means -- The besieged fortress merely absorbs the legions, Accepting them as prisoners into its body For use in the subsequent growth Of new battle decorations, worn To further enrage the jealous Sky... The battle seems a draw between opposing forces, Until a new attack from an unexpected quarter -- From above a lone hero hurls lances Through the bodies of the encircling clouds -- Thundering their fury and shame, The diminished avatars give way Before the fiery chariot of the Sun... In a slow but deliberate attack, The glorious hero scatters the shreds Of the avatars from the field of battle -- Giving the embattled Earth a welcome respite From the onslaught of Sky's armies... In the calm wake of the battle, The wily general and the triumphant hero Celebrate another victory together, And begin laying plans for the next Inevitable battle in this eternal war. © 1994, Aaron Brown
Sketches (haiku)
winter grey puddles artistic raindrops painting watercolor skies © 2005, Aaron Brown
Raisins (Rictameter)
Raisin Wrinkled morsel Formerly plump round grape Sun-dried, shriveled, concentrated A sweet snack savored by grand ol' granny Concentrated, shriveled, sun-dried Formerly plump round girl Wise and wrinkled Raisin © 2005, Aaron Brown
Patience
She stands behind me in everything that I do; while I live worlds away she waits for me to come back to her. She smiles and supports the walls of my existence; those fragile structures that would fall without her patience. The sadness behind her eyes speaks in epic volumes, but she never lets it show. Except, perhaps, to the face in the mirror. She waits in my dreams to call me back to her world; when I wake in the morning she is always there to welcome me home again. I love her with everything that I am for all that I am is due to her. For all the times I have ever made her cry may I make her laugh a thousand more. © 1997, Aaron Brown
Of Light and Dark
I yearn for thee when night skies grow brightest and Midnight glows brighter than Dawn... But you are a creature of day, and will never witness the glory of galaxies blazing their triumph across the brightdark heavens... I exist in Darkness which to me is more beautiful than the Sun's terrible brightness. The stars are delicate and fragile in their expression of love while the Sun blares it out for all to see... But who can look at the Sun? I watch the stars and we are content. © 1991, Aaron Brown
Midnight in the Forest of Dreams
Midnight‚ My forest of dreams... Movement all around But only in sound, For nothing is seen... Ahead‚ Whispers of footsteps... Something new has come To my eternal forest, Someone else... Starlight‚ In borealis curtains... Through the black boles Of silver-leaved trees, Reveals a glimpse to me... Beauty‚ In moonlight framed... She turns at my approach And without a word spoken, I welcome her to my heart. © 1992, Aaron Brown
Loveplay (revised)
Take from me; make of me what you will. But write my script with fine-feathered quill, and don't coach when I've slip't. Stay with me; say to me you'll not go. But paint my scenes with steady brushstrokes, and don't tell me what it means. By your side I won't hide anything. But sing your lines with voice softly loving, and I'll open up like fine red wine. Heart open wide, pride cast aside, lost without you. But play your stage with superb surprise in review, and I'll never try to escape the cage. © 1991, Aaron Brown
Holly
I bask in the warm glow from the cascading torrents of captured summer sunlight framing these ice-blue diamond portals coolly gazing upon the secrets of my existence. Her smile lights the way as she drifts serenely along these dusty corridors past rooms long unused and forgotten within the depths of my heart. She lightly treads the stairwell spiraling upward toward this high and lonely room where I sit and gaze back into those crystalline windows reflecting the spirit within her. She bears with her the keys to open the rusted locks holding closed these doors leading to the secret springs from which flow the currents that become the river of my soul. © 1992, Aaron Brown
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