Seasons of a Phantom Memory - Poetry Collection
/By Karim Abbadi
A Note from the Author
“This collection of poetry reminisces on memories of my personal adolescent experiences in high school. It talks about some of the things we might go through growing up and tells a tale of how these hardships are a trail of passage to something better when we take the time to work for it. Whichever one you read, I hope it resonates with you. Enjoy!”
Autumns Wisp in Red Hair
Whispering breeze and wrestled leaves
Withering ease with soothing melodies.
Mindless in slumber, clueless in time.
An Autumn foresight,
a flame amidst the mist.
Blisters a vision, a location, A future?
Roams a wisp, Red Haired lingerer.
Bristling fragments and opened brown doors
Sights out of reach, so close, peripheral.
A place within, of marble, a cubical,
Lockers to a wall, divine lights and all.
Slowly menaced the eyes flamed ruby
From side to center locked eyes to-stead.
A flaring premonition?
A Meta-to-fore? A potential encounter?
Whispering breeze and soothing melodies.
For a shadow, awakener of cold sweat.
Purple sky with starless eyes,
Concern that lies within,
A Winter Night of the Dancing Flame.
A Winter Night of the Dancing Flame
Outspoken hearts and reserved farts,
Idle principal, surreal introversion,
A mask we wear outside.
Volcanic erupt, rubies in the rough,
By wilderness, Charisma,
contempt left to shelter.
Blizzard, abrupt, sapphires forged sturdier.
An unsuspected encounter.
Ash begins its trickled blossom,
As varied light opens a closer dark horizon,
Tiding sky Navies time by usual yesteryear.
Fire and Ice blooming
a ripe affinity, looming.
Scorpio & Aquarius.
Surreal introversion and an outspoken heart,
This affinity by definition.
Associates, affiliation, a monotype is born,
Communion of warmth,
weather to a stereo, whispering breeze and frozen melodies.
The honeymoon match begins awaits Spring Stakes a Miss.
Spring Stakes a Miss
An Autumn Ruby, a Winter Sapphire,
freeze enchanted by flame.
Burning bliss, a sentient masochist,
rhythm lost in time.
Forces claim a context of few.
Troubled sensation, awkward temptation,
Wandering a world abound.
Ritual mournings, a caffeinated upholding,
Time chained to by social acquisition.
Burden savoured by missing Justice.
Patience to the Flame,
Dexterity from the Frozen,
Freeze into reflection, sadden into falsehood
By Sapphires stuttered Blizzard.
Blaze the flame the Ruby voids missing,
In its youth yearns answers to experience
Under Sappire’s storm lies truth camo-stood.
With Ruby’s Flames and Sapphires Ice across once more,
Discretion folds as wise as symbolism from both,
For Summers Mocha’s a Sign, testing fate once more, together.
Summers Mocha’s a Sign
Heat sings radiantly by Ruby’s glow,
Songs soothe storms amidst Sapphire’s snow.
Icecap caffeinated by a briber to sweet,
Ruby vocals warmth, blazing sun, a colder shoulder,
Vulnerable to misfortune, as dread fueled mute.
Blizzards storms to shield covert Flames,
Contemplation of darkness, dim as flint.
Sapphires Ice and Ruby Flames,
Together in patients, comradery to gain.
Flames flint further upon hopeful turmoil.
Ice on flames sparkles spawns crystal charmers.
At the risk of moist storms, fallen energy amiss.
A flaring premonition.
No Metaphore for pain.
Flames brighter by day,
Ice colder in rain,
A time long missed, a beloved experienced,
Fragments hold these years of youth.
Con-Graduation Adolescents treasures,
For enduring the Seasons of a Phantom Memory.
Seasons of a Phantom Memory
Mortal desire to relive,
Once thought, easy to sink.
Lovelier this time, agony much later.
Philosapism, self-awareness its diagnostics,
As our seven deadly sins grow founder.
Greed to access,
Envy of another,
Gluttony for more,
Lust into masochism,
Sloth driven depression,
Wraith a Vengeanful obsession,
Pride me to sleep with ease.
Good comes and goes,
Bad cherished by Agony.
Reasons unknown to our chemical matrix.
Heartfelt phantom is known to past,
Back to the Future, DeLorean does not.
Habit a prison, a barrier to mind,
As the road to recovery is a misfit journey, it’s only suffice.
Symptoms, Autumns Wisp in Red Hair.
Karim Abbadi
Greetings! An interest of mine is my love of storytelling, both fiction and non-fiction. The wealth of history and connection we have with characters and their personalities from all walks of life and literature take a special place in our hearts to whom we desire to aspire too.
