Tempted Beauty

The tended garden, resolved by the dreams of a perfect passion. In lofty highs of fond affection and awareness, given the sustenance of a beauty borne by degrees of approaching heaven and realms of overwhelming masquerade, dressed in dandelions, tempted by the light in newborn flames and ancient eyes, the bidden allure of a tempting beauty in paradise, in gilded possessors of soul, spirit and romance. A tempted beauty waiting, eager in wild trusts of ecstasy and calm shameless evanescence. The tempted beauty with thorn and sundry petals aflame by the pretence of a thought for the need of passing fancy and a frayed wandering omen of perfection and fury, by tempted beauty, by the lines of a forgotten age and the youth of a quiet acquiescent whisper in shadow and summer rain, A tempted beauty in seasons gone unto the pass of an ancient drama and a bidden rose in the afterglow of a dreamy mist, the wont of a smokey baptism in velveteen shadow and the calm distance between what lays in wait for the poor allay of suitors and fathers in enchanted realms of beauty. A tempted beauty, by the sweet song of a tempted beauty and the rapture of a candent halo in secret eyes and quiet desires of triumph, we find the tempted beauty in sober wines and pregnant passions of asylum with solace in the dark shadow of an ethereal tumult in the heart of midnight seconds and torches lighting the path to Eden, in tempted beauty, in the sweet glory of a beauty defying the boundaries of a frayed existence and an alluring horizon in twilight shades of night, the tempted beauty, the tempted beauty in a single moment of sadness and the passing exhalations of an eternal decree, forsworn by the tempting beauty of an expectant touch, the tempting beauty of what one brings forth by the promise of angels and pearls, the tempted beauty in love, the tempted beauty in life and companion spirit, by the tender kiss of a tempted beauty.

 

 

Raindrops

Her covenant was a symbol of tranquility and supple cashmere, just a touch of beauty and emerald eyes of devotion. She tasted the French toast treat and the chocolate quik all in one gulp. She scrutinized the slow moving cotton down of passing clouds and azure heaven with a painstaking expectation.

 

The noon point meridian challenged moted sun beams and dancing rainbow prisms against the crystal goblet full of chocolate milk. She took another bite of French toast savoring the flavor of her indiscretion. She thought of cascading moisture and gushing wellsprings, she thought of sunshine and rain, dustbowls devoured by river torrents and flowing oceans with ceruleanTides and warm mists.

 

Imposing gusts of sandy dry soil billowed across the once fertile fields of the parched farmland. Her cashmere sweater was warm and the earnest song of trickling raindrops would make her covenant complete. She had asked for rain, touching the ruby red and gold trimmed necklace with a faithful insistence. She had promised the intrusive betrayer, the sycophant of Welsh Bank and bad nix mortgage holders a windfall in the form of blessed rain, for wicker county and all of its inhabitants, mostly the poor and farmers.

 

Looking toward the desert like plain of her hundred acre farm the banker had sighed and given her a six month extension on the mortgage. The boarder of rambling unsullied soil and defiant daydream saffron seed waited in tense mystery of its master and her wild notion of rain.

 

Conceived of and necessary for the wont of whatÕs promised to the needy and the starving the rain complied as she sat eating her French toast. She had known the rain would come, she had a covenant with heaven and the dream had touched her again, the dream of fresh starts and nascent wheat bloom, the dream of country baptism by rain and sweet salvation.

 

The gentle hissing breath of sanctity, in the form of thousands upon thousands of beaded liquid life poured down throughout the county. An amused banker would have to admit that a miracle had occurred in Wicker County.

 

© Ron Koppelberger

 

Bio: Ron has written 95 books of poetry over the past several years and 16 novels.  He has published 290 poems and 130 short stories in a variety of periodicals and has been published in The Storyteller, Ceremony, Write On!!! (Poetry Magazette), Freshly Baked Fiction and Necrology Shorts.  He recently won the PeopleÕs Choice Award for poetry in The Storyteller for a poem titled Secret Sash. His work has been published in England, Australia and Thailand. He is a member of The American PoetÕs Society as well as The Isles Poetry Association.