Lost in the Mists:
The Mind of a Poetess
AudraBeth Doss
Copyright 2012 AudraBeth Doss
I want to dedicate this first attempt of literature to three very important people. To my grandmother, Beth,may she rest in peace. To my grandmother Virginia, who can always be counted on for an amusing anecdote or listening ear. And finally, to my father, whose passion for literature is matched only by his passion for the strange or bizarre. Without these three incredible people, I would never have made it this far.
Table of Contents
Chapter One: The Wealth of A Woman
Chapter Two: The Menacing Macabre Of Politics and War
Chapter Three: The History in the Stars
Chapter Four: The Mask Behind the Face
Chapter Five: Lost in the Mists
About the Author
Chapter One: The Wealth of A Woman
The Feline's Pride
His Goddess
Sorceress of the Dawn
Silvered Lilies in a Moonlit Trance
The Forest's Call
Womanhood to Girl
The Feline's Pride
Hips contort to a smooth and mellow pulse. flaming drums and convulsing twangs of a Romani's subtle spell.
Flesh molded by bronze sheen’s beneath ghostly gossamer
and wintered silk.
Leaping tongues crawl and spiral
illuminating her spiraling form
with the touch of suns lost rays.
The wind's roar is reminiscent of the sultry whisper of bells and coins.
The ocean's sweet scent reposed among her succulent gasps.
Pleasure in every sinew.
Promise in each vibration.
Sun and sand perfume hair of gilded raven's blue.
Distraction. Invitation. Fear.
His cruel eyes smolder with thwarted animalism.
Possession. Virtue and innocence. Non existent.
Silvered ice parts his flesh,
a waterfall flowing through warm and rocky ledges.
Leaping tongues spiral and crawl
incandescent upon the sand drenched blood.
Her movements flow still, the passion of her spell lingers but a moment.
Eyes blaze a feline's fierce pride.
Four minutes of desperation in a dance. Crazed enchantment.
Four minutes to save her world.
His Goddess
The notes travel softly on the night,
twinkling, brilliant like stars.
Whispering like a lover's caress, so light.
A breeze teases the trees,
and a wind stirs her gown.
He stares.
Her eyes, diamonds, stars.
Her skin, palest of hues.
Hair, to knees, white, wreathed with the stars.
Full lips, a soft teasing frown.
He gapes, stares.
Floating, she glides daintily.
For her love, he'll have to prove,
as he bows low to the ground,
He notices her beautiful hues,
Pleased? Staring.
He wonders at this vision he sees.
A woman, a lover, A Goddess.
The notes tinkle softly in the night,
Sparkling brilliantly like stars.
Whispering, a woman's caress, so light,
A breeze teases the leaves,
a wind stirs her gown.
He stares.
Divine.
His woman, His lover, His Goddess.
Sorceress of the Dawn
A succulent hiss of steam,
Healers remedy.
The forests call her blood beat.
Fates unyielding truth,
Bears her back. Sensuality.
In the sweetest pain, most basic truth.
Thrice of triplets,
Laments through the tempest squall
A lonesome night.
Bats whisperings against the panes,
Salient slivers to cut in twice.
Sinful tranquility. Innocent's vice.
A witch to the goddess,
Born an enchantment of the night.
Raised a goddess’ nymph,
Rivers bound, trees spring might.
Sprites regale in nursery rhyme.
She dances her youthful craft,
Mother at her side, taught the wisdom of aged time.
Enchantress of the night.
Infancys emerald brilliance lusters
To a burnished golden sheen.
Mother passed, deep earth within,
Now the maid comes time to bear, a woman’s fate.
Alas.
Torches flare the dusky night,
Jewels to the gods of hate.
She who was once sought,
sought by those who for honeyed healing did entreat.
Forsaken, condemned with honeyed tongues
The verdant coals of a magistrate angelically bought.
Pins to flesh, john to lips.
Kiss of death or a death confess.
Babe in dungeon dark does birth,
Soon to still
In flaming earth.
Her screams cleave deep, transfixed.
Their souls run pearl with crimson gold.
Wings of misty black grow strong,
To her redemption their souls are sold.
Transformed to the sorceress of the dawn.
Silvered Lilies in a Moonlit Trance
Gloves dance silver upon oaken rails
Shadows of sterling simplified against a moonlit trance.
Across a varnished pathway, satin lightly sails. Descent.
Butterflies, lilies
And brilliance.
Ethereal in its elegance.
A march of ivory through sunlight.
Palms embrace, circlets of haloed gold.
Kisses, lilies,
And brilliance.
Bittersweet cherry glosses the sweetest flush of rose.
Wails and moans a gentle fragrance upon the maternal pulse.
Glowing dolls in shrouds of tender sky.
Angels, lilies
And brilliance.
Glistening amber opalesced by alabaster pearl.
Innocent repose among the marbled prose.
Lilies match the journey of seasons.
Nameless ebony transcends the gilt of an oaken sheath.
Silvered lilies in a moonlit trance
Remember
the path among a varnished dance
Seasons lost to the marbled prose.
Brilliance.
The Forest's Call
Satin whispers through the stillness
of dew perfumed mist.
Slippered gems dance through mossy ferns
beneath sighing limbs of ghosting trees
and simple winds.
A gentle hum permeates,
Sun glistens on curls
of burnished amber gold.
Early Morn Lovers tryst,
the seductress' forest call.
Midnight lapses, giving way
to a diamondic glitter
through opalescent clouds
and mists of tender thoughts.
In answer to
the forests seductive call.
Her voice is a melody so poignant
even the boughs dance their sighs.
She embraces her inner, naked wilderness,
and answers
the Seductress' forest call.
Womanhood to Girl
Passing on of knowledge,
From girls to womanhood.
Intricacie
s of pain, passion, bearing the burden with carriage.
Casting doubts into winds, learning of the power,
The treasures buried within.
Young ones, becoming old,
embedded among the sin.
Living the passions of which good girls remain untold.
And it is these, who enter into unseeing,
that become those that suffer more than others.
These that bear the burden of carrying,
for untold went these mysteries by mothers.
This not done, the passing on of knowledge,
from womanhood to girls.
Chapter Two: The Menacing Macabre of Politics and War
Grey Linings Adorn Silver Clouds
A Widows Whispered Vows
Insanity's Collapse
Destiny's Last March
Shadowed Laments
Wars Immemorial Hand
Cynosure of a Sybarites Deluge
Dogs of the Dead
Through the Rain
An Eternities Embrace
Grey Linings Adorn Silver Clouds
Devastation preludes the calm of calamities' disturbing farce.
With distraught mentality, here is Birth.
Corrupt the vibrancy of innocent criminals by a deathly parade.
For debauched mentality, so enters Politics.
With silent shouts and high handed morals dance to the puppeteers' tune.
Against chattel mentality, fight for Life.
Gray linings writhe within Silver clouds and Golden droplets
misted with the stench of impossibilities end.
In antiquated mentality,
Welcome to your After Life.
A Widows Whispered Vows
Azure clouds streaked with the silver glint of Pearl
fail to obscure a moon gilt in loneliness.
Graveside lilies a somber bridal bouquet.
Satin sheets in claret froth.
Cheeks blushed with dark wine,
Takes the place of skin's untouched flush.
Not even the sultry twang of the violins March
Softens the knowledge that her
Wedding night lover is simply the
sweet caress of a memory that never lived.
Can a bride-not-to-be still claim
Titled widow,
When her untried lover has short been
tried in shadow?
Her melodious bridal song will never reach the heavens,
The ears of the gods.
Movements fluid, graceful with a sorrow that pulls
The heart strings tight. Shoulders sleek and soft. Taught with unshed grief.
For just a moment, she forgets,
Lost in a moonlight warmth.
Then realities cruel embrace.
Silence becomes her wedding vows
Sanity's Collapse
Its standing on a crowded corner,
The world swirling in crazed perfection
And you can only stare from the aft.
Its always the maid, never the bride
Collections of flowers and gowns
And always smiling from the side.
Agony hides so well,
When none observe with depth
Or look with hearts gentle swell.
Its crawling by in the crowd,
Lungs bursting for air
That cannot be found.
Its life’s joke, cruel and unfair.
Its fighting sanity’s collapse
In the struggle for self.
Its ending the war
In popularities clash.
Becoming what you
will never
be.
Head turning to see
the endless massacre
that is popularity.
Dancing, swirling,
running ever faster
yet you never
move.
And Then
YOU’RE
THE
C R A S H.
Destiny's Last March
Dance through the ecstasy
Of life’s protruding farce.
Ingenuity a basic compassion beyond Venus’
Silken embrace
Ink splatters the histories coalesced
Among the stars.
His eyes dim with a silvered glow of
The waning moon. Perfection.
Her mouth glosses even the
Very frost of
The sun. Radiance.
Battles wrought.
Tears
Given
In a
Satin
coffin.
Hearts fought.
Dance in ecstasy
Of destinies’ last march.
Shadowed Laments
Demons cry their shadowed laments to the stars
for an angelic child lost to the abyss.
Midnight whimpers beneath a crimson moon.
forceful thrusts, a beauty's delicate soul.
Shattered.
The stain of red is but a badge
for the most virile sin of mankind's tragic dignity.
Those who infer from a waif's silent plea
stand aloof and away, dancing their life blithely.
Unaware, Uncaring.
Silent cries fill the air,
as a potent god plunders his way through the softest soul.
Shattered
Wars Immemorial Hand
Dancing rainbows blush beneath burnished swords.
Soldiers farce, columns marched, the dogs barking words.
Breast-a-breast, hip-to-hip,
newly boys, lost to the adolescence of ancient men.
Into the kaleidoscope of wars grievous hands.
Golden hair but a matted carmine bolster,
against shaking nights,
frosted tears
and the gentility of docile fights.
Like the honeyed mist of ambiance,
the powdered smoke dusts the infants souls.
Fallen. In a glow of glorious decomposition.
Inner screams so reverberating they shake the deepest foundation.
Even the coldest mind and sickest heart betray
with a flicker of repulsed anticipation.
Dysented earth, gilded streams. Nauseated satiation.
To the glory of the eternal kaleidoscope
that even the titanic flee.
The vicious meetings between child and man
trapped in the finite kaleidoscope
of wars immemorial hand.
Cynosure of a Sybarites Deluge
The respite of an invidious cad is
beatific
in its unsullied repose. His extremities are faultless in unmitigated distinction, a lure of the most bestial form. Calling even the dregs
of highest pecuniaries
to bend on stiffened knees.There is no requiescence for a mistress of his transcendence, but to suffer in abeyance the will and whim
of an ersatz God.
Her pulchritude is an allure much extinct in an over clinquant world of apocryphal commonality. Her lips a roseate aperture that regales its
bitter needs on the spoken word of the languid minded souls. Her aberrant wants begin to exacerbate sardonic cupidity. Surfeit gluttony of the masculine falls
invidious upon her own misdeeds.
The cynosure of these sybarites deluges the other. Blood to blood, thirst to thirst. Demands hostilely oppugned,
clash of souls. Appetency takes control, and the perverted fade till only
claret
in a halcyon ambiance remains, to mar the salubrious knell of a
Philomanth's
life.
Dogs of the Dead
Remembrance, so depressive, intrusive.
Will you bend to the masked death?
To the grotesque, the demented,the abusive?
Immortality is sought
Children starve in th
e streets
millions die with no war fought.
The wealthy allege godly feats.
Claim to the throne of Olympus
Battled for.
And won.
Blood smears the score.
The bodies of the innocents fall.
A feast, for the dogs of the dead.
Mortality begins to fail.
The sun fades its light, and the sky bleeds red.
Through the Rain
Fleeting, Haunting.
Nature's Melody.
It touches gently on the flesh of a fallen child.
Pounds its fury into the rhythm of life.
Open eyes, glaring clouds, filled with passion.
Puddles full of empty promise,
fallen tears and heart blood lost.
Screams and unyielding terror, deep within the night.
Fears and shots, legacy gone, legends born.
Raindrops splash and dance away
in the mud of a battles plague.
Fleeting, haunting
wars bitter melody,
screaming through the rain
An Eternity's Embrace
Old, tattered.
Pages torn, stained.
Photos faded, wrinkled, battered.
Yet the faces still shine.