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.

 

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NaPoWri Mo Day 13: A poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.

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https://marvimarti.com/2013/09/23/dear-god-it-is-i-your-marvelous-daughter/

God will give you more than you can handle

So you learn you can’t do it by yourself

God will give you more than you handle

So you will have to ask for help

God will give you more than you can handle

So you will truly live

God will give more than you can handle

So you have more to give,

God will give you more than you can handle

Your cup will overflow

God will give you more than you can handle

Laughter among friends, music and tears in the snow

God will give you more than you handle

Let the gratitude infuse

God will give you more than you can handle

Non nobis solum nati sumus, is the Truth

 

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What about you? What are you reading/watching/listening to? How is it engaging or draining you?

 

All Love,

Songbird Sparkle: April

A. Miner: Refrain

 

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http://www.galerie-katerina.org/en/labyrinth-world-paradise-heart/

 

Caked in soft mud,

Squinting in sparkling sun,

I rise to a new day,

The cracked horizon, I survey,

I mined for diamonds in the depths of you,

Above ground, lime lush, you had a different view,

Golden canary of your affair sang,

I pray for strength to endure real or perceived pain,

Is this really how our paths part?

I fear there is no way out of my labyrinth heart,

Now at the center, I will follow way opening,

So shall it be said, so shall it be.

Clementine von Radics

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http://www.pictame.com/user/jessoo/570597/1284878215290266724_570597

 

“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”

 

Read more of Clementine von Radics’ amazing work here:

http://clementinepoetry.us/

Day 30: NaPoWriMo (Things That Happen Again and Again)

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http://www.sacworldaidsday.org/candle-light-vigil.html

Sun sets, moon rises,

New day, new lives begin,

To seek peace, there must be war,

There will always be rich, there will always be poor,

Those who celebrate and those who mourn,

Those with strength and those meek,

Those righteous hungry and thirsting,

The O/other, the same,

A line, a lie, a name,

The truth is a circle and we sit around the bonfire and sing,

We raise our voices to nothing and it’s everything,

Nothing is everything,

We will be free,

When we can see,

The line between you and me,

Arbitrary,

Blessed are the ignorant,

Blessed be the skeptic,

For theirs is the kin-dom of heaven.

Day 19 NaPoWriMo: Creation

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https://fractalenlightenment.com/category/life/page/42

The beginning, that part is typically an explosion of boring,

If I told you, you’d be snoring,

Most growth happens undetected to eyes,

Then when we see new clear view, we feel surprised,

Endless mountains humbled by endless ocean waves,

To begin and to end is much the same.