New Poetry

Ron Koppelberger

Alabaster Brocades

Seasons of cool reverie’, a crystal rouse in snows

Of sure care and wandering dreams of ice,

By bare source, the fluttering confluence of snows

And gentle rain, a heavenly sprinkle of what’s born

Unto the cold soils of sleeping spring and the wont of

A distant sun, the gleaming character of blessings

In delicate desires of rare revolution and proclaimed

Essences in alabaster brocades, cotton wisps of beginnings

In chill, conscious moments of expectation.

Ron Koppelberger

Unto the Mists

Complete in causes and sentinel professed

Perseverance, a surprising hunger for the wont

Of aspirations in cinders alight and an amazing recurrent guild,

An evolving revolution in staid stance and

Duel turns of flow, defied by the same surety

Of pure innocence and need,

The shifting indulgence of ancient

Release, unto the mists.

Ron Koppelberger

Tendriled Mist

The scorn of willful wretches and vagabond

Adventurers in passing need, in ripe seed and

Whole breakwater push, pulls and tempest cull,

A rare want in sweet dewy evanescence and

Desires of tendriled mist,

An invocation in bound attested passion, the sustenance of

                                                              Ravaging tempered heaven.

Ron Koppelberger

Dawn’s gambol

Secret blush and vague confessions of perpetual reverie’,

The triumph in ebony waters of silt and backwash wear,

Cloudy futures in mythical yearning and desires of cause,

The intimate, sworn choice of wolves and suggested

Nonchalance, a silhouette in honey-tongued substances

And raging payable fate, the view, in righteous fountains

And sensed satisfactions of passion, a warm bead of foresworn freedom sewn unto the word of saints, by angels in congregate wills, by the dream beyond the gates of glass exile, beyond the purchase of fires in scarlet arcade, an awed Eden in vesture of sated grace, by dauntless blood in emanating ghosts of wild fury, an unyielding devotion in dawn’s gambol.

Ron Koppelberger

Lovers in Shadow

A Belief, Pondered in wise arts of affection, by chanting temptation and unconscious elation, a reassuring obsession, clandestined

In mistress allure, in ascending chance, desperate by

Occasions of ecstasy and brilliant rare gauze, in breaths

Of beloved shadow, the trust of passionate fire, the measure of

Twilight venture and clever character, temperance together

With the abandon of lovers in

                                                                              Shadow.

Ron Koppelberger

Shadowy Embrace

A wretch in the throes of divine

Passion and the vagabond desires of frayed

Edges, tattered rays of sunshine,

Enchanted by the love of still promise,

Princess dew drops and the nectar of remanded silhouettes

In shadowy embrace, a depth of surrender

To the tears of a gentle

                                                                              Storm.