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Amber Victoria Tudor 



 

My Mortal  

 

I see constellations

in your eyes

Linking comets

And Gods

To our

Mortality

 

If violins laced our

Movements

Melancholy notes

Would

Crescendo

Into fireworks

Harmonizing

 

Past

Present

And Future

(like dated shiny pennies)

 

We believe in reincarnation

And still

Fear

The inevitable

“don’t lose me”

It took too long to find you.

 

 

Chaotic Evil

 

Carefully calculated

Manipulations

 

Tricked

Out

 

By neon lights

 

Star gazers

Beware

 

Northern lights

Are cold

 

They’ll watch you

Wilt

Away

 

Eyes the blackest

Shade of

Blue

 

Chaotic

Evil

 

 

Stardust Cowboy 

 

My stardust

Cowboy 

Freckled by  

Celestial  

Fireworks 

 

Pupils  

That  

Pull in 

Exposing 

 

A 

Parallel 

Universe 

 

Where we 

Float  

Like  

Fog 

 

Light 

Compressed 

 

In a  

Sea 

Of things 

Yet  

To be formed 

 

A seemingly  

Phenomenal 

Coincidence 

 

Mirrored 

By 

Exponential 

Possibilities 

 

All of which 

 

Light 

Years 

Away 

 

(Previously in Issue #6)

A Song

 

 

Standing

With the shadow

Of

Orpheus

He was

Weaned on

Muses milk

 

Let me be

The Nymph

That sways

 

To the

Sweet sound

Of Spheres

 

Surrounded by

Celestial synesthesia

 

I could be

The apparition

 

Saved

 

A captivated

Eurydice

 

Graciously Salvaged

With a lyric call

 

A Classic

Delicacy

 

And

 

Through his

Fingers

 

Touching Grace

 

Hades

Would

Let me go

 

 

 

 

Mammon is Their Father

 

 

I’ll name my daughter Silver

My son, Gold

 

Eternity will shimmer

 

Like spectrums in summer

 

Dreams sparkling down

White walls

 

Sparing any unnecessary

End

 

Poetry will play in gardens

Dazzled with raspberries

And roses without thorns

 

The days of stopped time

 

Will stop

 

While whimsical air

Spreads seeds

In places never known

 

Uncertainty has been a Master

Where slaves are rarely born

 

But

 

This will cease in Whispers

 

Hope is never found in pockets

 

 

 

 

(Previously in Issue #1)

One More Letter

 

Just press
pressure
 
Dance
play
press
press harder
just one more letter
 
you infinite
alphabet
press
 
When you miss
eyes that
move like mirrors
press
 
One more letter
press
press the letters
and
send

 
 
 

Leo

 

A man
Among the
Kings of
Your kind

Tempestuous
Felines
Alluring
Leos

Wanton in
Security
This is your
Mortal
Flaw

Amongst these
Cats

Those
Who know
Their destiny

Unabashed
Of Who
They are

Without being
Cankered by
The need of
Validation

Game
 
These
Are the
Men of
Fixed Fire

Who
Always take
the Crown 

 

 

 

 


Amber Victoria Tudor has been published in Writers Café Anthology 2006 and will appear in the Spring 2010 issue of Glint Magazine. She is the founding editor of Dark Lady Poetry. Currently she resides inRedondo Beach, California 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

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