A Writer's Right - a poem

 A Writer’s Right 

 

Escape me now 

Oh, wretched pen 

Don’t lure my hand to wander 

Too often times 

Your inkened soul 

Starts my mind to ponder 

 

If left to you 

My tears would roll 

To stain my heart ‘believer’ 

Because of you 

I dream of lies 

Reality—is fleeting 

 
It’s just no use 

I know it’s said 

A fool keeps right on dreaming 

I write fine lines 

So well disguised 

There’s nothing for the keeping 

 
Romantic fires, 

A blanket’s warmth 

These things belong to my pen 

Chilled Rose’ wine 

And whispered lies 

I wonder who will read them 

 

Through words on page 

Our lovers rage 

So clear in their deception 

It’s not mere ink 

(As you may think) 

How dare I say—a passion! 

 

Jude Stringfellow

circa 1980

Dolor Dream - a poem

 Dolor Dream 

 

When you are close, I lose control 

"Hold me”, (I wish), no, don’t stare 

Protest escaping into dream  

Only dusk can bring you nearer 

 

I won’t pretend I don’t pretend 

Knowing fully, it is my curse 

Visions, dreaming, wishing 

So easy to write each verse 

 

Truth in muffled whispered gasps 

My pillow holds my secrets 

Etiolate into bliss; (unrest) 

I fade in and out of existence  

 

Touching you – you holding me 

Bathed in fire’s dolor pool 

Breathing on my wet skin 

I dare not cool your soul 

 

I dare not stop my vision’s quest 

Nor wake to find you’re missing 

If dreaming brings your love to me 

I’ll never see the morning 

 

 

Jude Stringfellow 

February 15, 2021