Shhhhush

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He, immovable boulder,

His tarantula like fingers in my hair,

He stood in my kitchen statuesque, serene or burning,

His love was honey,

Cloying nectar rendering immobility,

I couldn’t avert my gaze for all of infinity,

While running away, over my shoulder I sought him,

Protector, in rough and gentle ways I fought him,

There is no love like the love we give with a broken heart,

I restored myself unto him and he kept me from falling apart,

Scarlet snake slither and to the Earth return,

Scales fall from eyelids, dizzy violins, Heaven burns

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W&M

 

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You pacifed your wounds with smoke and spirits

I held hand doubtful, you were deaf to hear it,

This affection is rare and can’t be faked

And you take and take and take

Filling your pockets with the best of my intentions,

Why have I left myself with only crumbs?  The question, my lesson,

I will not allow myself to drop into limerance and only be caught by cold hard Earth,

You could have caught me had you only known your worth,

I can’t convince you of what you don’t know to be true,

This is why my love, I now release you.

 

I release you that I might hold onto me,

 

May we find peace and hearts lustrous, beaming, free

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Response to Plath Poetry Project

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Poem  being responded to:

AMONG THE NARCISSI

Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,

Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.

He is recuperating from something on the lung.

 

Response:

 

Percy needed flight free,

I tried to nurse but he abandoned me,

Yet was he ever really caught?

My heart unworthy cage, all for naught,

I too am in free flight,

As apt to soar in day as night,

My nest awaits,

The fevered taste,

Time will weave sticks into something worthy,

I release all, from birth to sea to infinity

 

NaPoWriMo Day 28: Postcard

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Wish you were here,

at the altar of truth clear,

Cognizant of the preciousness of each breath,

Gulping in today knowing full well this will only end in death,

I wanted to hold your hand as we crossed graves,

Holding each other up and pretending it was okay,

Enjoying moments as we could but now that has all gone away,

Memories like blankets, covering former days,

I would have happily cocooned with you in hell,

Ascending, descending and back again, I now, wish you well,

But I quite rather wish you were here,

At the altar of forgiveness of absolution of fear,

At the altar of unlived years,

Songs yet to be sung in less than perfect harmony,

I didn’t want to, but I loved you and it will be, what it will be.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 25 Warning Label . . . For Yourself!

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Do not deprive her of conversation,

She wants to know you beyond your favorite radio stations,
She wants to know what makes your heart lift and if she can help,

She can be a little intense and thinky, you will soon see for yourself,

Do not her deprive of nature, her home is as valued as is the road,

If she doesn’t have music or art, she will certainly im/explode,

Cover in kisses, allowing space for her to miss you,

She will naturally give love, if not returned, it may be a momentary issue,

She will wonder if her gaze and heart should lie elsewhere,

Because she seeks control when she’s scared,

But when focused, she sets the world aglow,

Do not doubt her, it only makes her power grow,

Do not doubt her love enduring and steadfast,

Or you may find yourself a fixture of her past,

Nothing more does she dread than an ending,

So she will  instead follow her bliss, ascending

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Elegy

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For someone who seemed to grasp their mortality you now seem to not grasp onto shit,

Fill your head up with nonsense, trying not to be sad to exist,

Storm cloud self created, you should be basking in loves rays yet,

You find a way to distance from everything but maybe you’re just a shade loving plant,

Am I the sun scorching you or am I the moon inviting you to dance?

Are we already saying goodbye?

Maybe if you can’t tell me your name, but I’ve only got time,

Or do I? See I really don’t know, life goes fast until it goes slow,

For now all I need is to know,

Are we walking this path alone or together?

Be prepared to rise if you stick around, bird, meet your feather

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Narcissus (Ekho)

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NARKISSOS (Narcissus) was a youth of the town of Thespiai (Thespiae) in Boiotia, a son of the river-god Kephisos (Cephisus) and the fountain-nymph Liriope. He was celebrated for his beauty and attracted many admirers but, in his arrogance, spurned them all. The suffering of two of these, however, would bring down a curse upon him. The nymphe Ekho (Echo)–a girl cursed by Hera to repeat only the last words of what was said before–was rejected by the boy and fading away in despair left behind nothing but an echoing voice:

Narkissos your words loop and imprison me

I rail against the powers that be

How could something so beautiful be so deadly?

Daffodil petals soft as stone, hands outstretched, your medley,

You lured me in with siren song,

I was entranced it was all wrong,

How could I ever hope to escape?

Your cyclical whimsical embrace,

Now I remain though you’ve gone on,

I remember every word to your song,

I will sing it for eternity,

Why oh why have the fates forsook me?

Forsaken taken shaken not stirred,

Laughing, crying, hoping, dancing in the winds of the absurd,

You were here once I know I heard you speak,

Now I only hear last words but it is for you I seek,

I will listen as a loving last act until death,

Praying you speak again but  I won’t hold my breath.