TheOutlawHalo
  Bronze Member

Sobriety

Another late night draws to a close for a delinquent
Rebel, confronted by the rumors of a pregnant dawn
That gilds the eastern sky, while a languid moon hovers
Above the lazy river and the looming palisades beyond

Cool dew sweet air chills...

– by Robert B. Repenning

A Pleasant Memory

A cloud of cigarette smoke
gently kisses wintered air
caressing my thoughts
as I remember her, forever

in blue jeans, ski jacket and tartan scarf,
dusky locks, escaping a brilliantly delightful
Bolivian wool hat, framing her...

– by Robert B. Repenning

Enlightenment

Each night ends the same way, as my starry eyes stare
Into the morning sun, searching for answers in its searing
Glare, defiantly brushing aside the flaming ribbons, past
Rays of blinding shafts and plunging deep beneath its skin
Undulating...

– by Robert B. Repenning

The dark of night pressed in on my soul, chilling me to the bone.
Seized by fear, I was overcome and in rage I barked, “I am not!”
“You were one of his disciples,” but my sunken heart was a stone.
The dark of night pressed in on my soul, chilling...

– by Robert B. Repenning

Haven’t we met before?”

“You mean you don’t recall,” with a smile
He asked her, “A distant night, years ago, when
The city was still filled with moonlight dreams?
Oh, I remember. Those nights were narcotic.
When I would be swept under the carpets,
Drunken, in a bed...

– by Robert B. Repenning