Tag: #emotion

For the Boy Who Would Not Stay

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I decided to repost this piece since in the process of doing a little clean-up work on the blog I discovered the link to this piece was no longer available. 

I hold your reflection close,
But it slides, evaporating from my grasp, 
While dripping condensation.

My heart stutters with if only’s.
My soul begs, pleads, bargains 
With you to stay.
My mind whispers your name,
Calling after you,
Asking why you are leaving.
Are you angry that I told no one 
Of your blessed presence here?
Can you understand I was afraid I’d jinx it?

Somehow, I knew—
Knew you wouldn’t stay—
I felt it from the start.
A few weeks only—
And you’d go away.

My lips whisper.
My soul begs.
My heart stutters.
My body cramps,
Clamping down once again.
My brain knows it is time.

Time to wash the blood and gore away—
Time to let your reflection fade.

Ghost Marks

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Before
morning,
she wakes,
adrift
still
in half-remembered dreams,
dirtied by ghost footprints 
upon the waking
to muddy tread marks ever present,
no matter the hours spent in scrubbing—
the marks indelible—
tattoos of mud.
Leave her to the simple tasks of morning,
to her daily reckoning,
preparations of covers and cases required,
all the hiding away,
layering as if for winter,
this bandaging of tender spots.

Morning

Image is my own

No words in the moment.

Just touch,

Feeling.

No adequate metaphors

To be found.

No fancy turns of phrases

To be made.

A breath.

Watch the sun rise.

No dance of words

To map the moment.

Simple really,

A heartbeat close.

A breath.

A touch.

A feeling.

A moment.

Captured.

 

 

 

 

Whispered Tales

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A phoenix rises in flames

From out the left side of my chest

With feathers of flame yet,

Set free to fly where it wills.

 

One day, it will return,

Nuzzling deep inside my chest again,

All the ashes gone,

All flame having died away,

Its fiery colored feathers

Whispering, singing to my blood

Of beauty seen,

Of tantalizing things touched,

Of all the air breathed, smelled, felt,

Of the sounds soft and harsh heard

All along the way around the earth.

 

Through the whispered tales

Of those fiery feathers

My blood will tell me

Where I am to go.

 

Tuck It Away

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Tell the angels

To tuck away deep inside their chests

Such a cotton candy fire of winter sky raging,

Roiling in clouds there

Undeterred by storms         

Or answers

Or truths

Provide no magic, no elixir

For human loss or longing,

Aching and confined in such beauty.

The Price

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Weekend Writing Prompt #194 – Beguile | Sammi Cox (wordpress.com)

Wish I could rest beguiled–

Believing willingly in soft whispered lies

If only for this little while of rest

As if slipping easily between

The waxen petals of lilies

And curling round the sweetened smell

Of wonderous blossoming softness—

Yet the price, the price of choosing

The rest of such beguilement

 

Evening Seeking

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Weekend Writing Prompt #188 – Languid | Sammi Cox (wordpress.com)

 

The languid time of evening

Comes in flames,

Searching horizons

In their lazy, twisting way

For truths and hearts.

 

Forever searching

For another flaming heart

To serve as a twin

As if that could be found

In such languid searching

In slowing time

Between sunset and sunrise,

Each a prize of flame,

never finding another flaming heart.

In the Secret Place

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https://scvincent.com/2020/08/27/thursday-photo-prompt-tokens-writephoto/

I hid them carefully,

The tokens left

In the forest keep

Of dreams sheltered

Far too long from mists,

Giving life to forms

Shifting in shadows

Where once we danced,

Loving for a time

Among the trees

Leaning to hide us

From those

Wishing us harm.

Then I woke.

Human once more.

Sights of Sunlight and Night

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https://onewomansquest.org/2020/08/17/vjs-weekly-challenge-109-what-a-sight/
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/08/18/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-august-18-2020/

https://amanpan.com/2020/08/17/eugis-weekly-prompt-night-meets-day-august-17-2020/

What a sight the years have been!

Skipped a few heartbeats

walking through the valley,

found nothing new.

I sailed an ocean

didn’t dance as I’d wanted too.

In the desert,

I played a little poker,

winning the game, some money,

but still didn’t know what to do.

Then I thought I’d found a dream,

waking from the nightmare,

I screamed to see

the sight beside me.

Now, I journey onward

to catch the sunlight

as night meets day,

greeting what new sights

I encounter along the way.

flowering

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Walk to the end of dark uncurling days
at the edge of the earth,
witness it split open
flowering,
beautiful.
I’d give it to you
could it be contained
boxed, bottled,
held within my hands,
weak as they are,
that cannot hold
such flowering strength.