Poetry Wishes

Today, Stacey Nyikos, author of, Dragon Wishes, nervously shares some of her poems with us. Don’t be so worried, Stacy, we think they’re gorgeous!

As the molten orb descends into
the inky depths of the sea
No earthbound mortal remarks
its departure
Only the greyness
hovering over the dreary landscape
Darkens in hue
Glistening pellets rat-tat-tap
upon the corroded evades
Chasing last autumn's foliage
toward the rusty tin pipe
That hugs the clay-beaten stone
While sodden creatures
seek refuge in the towering firs
Shuddering with each blast
From winter's lungs

The warmth of glowing windows
Beckons to the man cowering under
Sunday's paper
A soggy brown sack
Clenched under his tattered mantel
The eager, driving waters
Rain mercilessly upon the sodden wretch
Emptiness sighs in his breath
And defeat stare out behind
His broken gaze
Scant wisps of grey matt agains
this clammy forehead
As he slurps from the brown bag
Aching to have a light to go home to

I have seen this man in
The souls of many
But was too hurried to slacken
My pace
And reach out to the humanity
Mollified yet aloof
I scurried by
Not daring a second glance
For fear that his gaze
Might alight in my own.

This poem was inspired by Gustav Klimt's, "The Kiss" (Pictured Below)

Caressing silently the maiden form
Pressed to his chest
His fingers lace themselves in the flower-laden
Wisps floating on satiny sheets.
Around his own head
a laurel of green
Announcing his eagerness,
his budding desire.
Innocently the creature
he longs to waken
Places one creamy
hand about his neck
And another inside his fingers
at her cheek
Her blooming features tempt him
in their subtle passion
And he is moved,
as if by a spirit
More powerful than his own.
Gently he leans nearer
Sensing her fragrant breath
Overcome by her beauty
Warmed by the glow...
of a kiss.




Gustav Klimt's, "The Kiss"