Henrique Ankerkrone Caldas Poems

Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse
The machine stops to recapture its stasis
Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage,
The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse
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Mellow sunrised.
The dew of the afternoon high light.
Paradise sunset.
Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel.
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I.
The moon, above, winks
with crimson serenity.
A dark, blinding light
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Our Hummingbirds dance
Breezing past the crystal dawn
Until their wings stop
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-Woods
Drafts piercing stiff wood
In a gale of falling change
Young trees come to bear
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A transparent touch
Through soaked silks, sun-bathed legs, tanned
Gingerly teasing
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Do tell me why I cannot stop this suite
With you in my staccato reverie;
Why I cannot hear you in memory
Yet feel the phantom throb of poison, sweet.
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A cave of marvels lies incongruous,
Which wreaks me ever close to my demise.
An umbral fate awaits—bleak torturous—
Yet from dispirited duress, I rise.
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So many misadventures-dolls, lamps, toys-
In our shared reverie, youth simple, sold
To their dominion lawless, a "farewell"
Is what I tell their silvered solace minds
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Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet
Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat
— Frank Sinatra "American Beauty Rose"
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