Raspberry Ice Aspirations

Between the wild orchid walls of memory

that were never closely examined, yet existed, 
I witnessed benumbed raspberry ice aspirations

as lavender lipstick desires blazed within. But now
awareness congeals slowly into firm ideologies.

Forever my voice held its tongue

then finally gathered itself, finding a way

out of the labyrinth of all that lay incohesive

and thus inconsolable, at the axis

of my anemic, pensive core.

And so, this silent beached plum

of a self, courageously echoes an efflorescent song,

atop the landscapes of each worldly encounter.

A self who’s notes expressively try to assert 

a glorious robustness midst its various explorations.