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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Now Haiku

Now Haiku
By Stephanie Mesler


Courage is needed
when change is the choice, starting
out in the dark - now!

Itching to begin
destination uncharted
first steps, first breaths, buzz-

Energy mounting
scenery changing within
quick as without- now.

Mystery beckons,
offers diversion from then,
slam shut the door - swoosh-

The past is not real,
the future not yet, being
transpires in a flash!.

No point in wondering
what will come next, when all you
can know is the now.


© Stephanie Mesler 2019








Thursday, January 24, 2019

Scarlet Woman

Scarlet Woman
By Stephanie Mesler

Painted toes
beneath undulant
hips, swathed in
counterfeit
coins sway the siren's rhythm.
Red, blooming motion.

© Stephanie Mesler 2019


Poetic Form: shadorma 

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Be The Sea Fair Or Foul

Be The Sea Fair Or Foul
by Stephanie Mesler

Floating separate, idly chatting, side by side over the glassy pool,
lazily stroking, we move forward in tandem, no need to look at one another.
We trust in forever and focus on fluffy clouds, imagining the heights,
We do not notice our feet are no longer parallel.

Drifting apart, the distance grows between us as the the water roughs.
Reaching, unable to clasp hands, we rise higher and drift farther with each swell.
We see one another only briefly when we both crest at once.
For a while after you are completely out of sight, I hear your cries.

Sinking alone beneath the waves, I fight to rise above the tumult.
Grabbing at spume that vanishes as my hands slice through it, I bawl out your name.
Down I go, spiralling with the maelstrom until my back slams into sand.
And there you are, already lost, eyes black, skin pale, not the friend I thought I knew.

Drowning, underneath 326 million trillion liters of water, we are reunited in stillness.
I take your hand, allow one last look at you, the friend who abandoned me to choppy waters.
A gasp before the sea goes still and the world goes dark… And then there is nothing.
We, two, are no more.

© Stephanie Mesler 2019

Red Woman

Red Woman By Stephanie Mesler I see you, a dismal speck of grey, washed over with the red that is myself.   You are withered and infinitesim...