Posts published in “Byline: CORALLUS MEEKS”

devoted to the tree of whispering allurementI fit figures of arboreal grace along ridges of bark enamored with silent coercion I fight what’s wretched whelve…

tranquility in time to which pulses that throb inside me swords lain at the altar where rest my swollen woundsblood seeping down steps foundation soaked…

gold and amaranth clouds frame cornflower blue skiesin twilight but the sunset glows from between her ribsto illuminate the rarest soul   wisdom without weightnever louder than the…

In my mother’s headthe poetry writes itself whether it bethe warm sunlit lake wateror a cooling offshore windagainst her poised figure whether it bethe sharp…

Naked she greets this worldso before it dresses her she’ll run freea wild child  before she is told     by the same world her body is not her own but owned…

Author’s Note: This poem is a translation and interpretation of “Cuando el miedo es el pretexto de los sueños” by Yanira Marimon. Fear,a trite word.The…

Come down and snap my dead branches Let summer greet me in my state of amateurity And fully embrace my rebirth Descend upon our wasteland…

 Walking alone down the muddy path, naming the stones, anger, grief, vengence, resentment, contempt. Tearsrolling over cheeks like the water rolled over rocks in the stream below.…

To you, my chosen one I endow my pristine love To be artlessly uprooted Blind eye turned as roots wilt Folly unbeknownst above you pluck…

The enduring climb is a fight to the death With ascendance comes loss of breath, billowing flames in the gullet of the mountain Yet with…

Pigments stream unphased through the prism, where unseen within she is hidden. Then absorbed in her colorless flesh dancing light rests, untapped beauty on unspoken…

Any day now… when they tell me this I am already so tall At the birth of the new moon In the face of Mother…

Did you will the ray of rainbow on the wall? I saw the source dancing in the window, thought of the possibility it held in…