Tag: literature

Firestone Friday: Poem X

Literature and love

perform much the same:

a flowery dressing,

a crafted seduction,

and an uncovering

that makes the reader

to quiver.

On Longing

Every night my soul leaves,
and every morning, it crawls back, exhausted. 
One night I followed it
down old paths 
past familiar trees 
and, all at once, 
I uncovered to where my soul 
wandered 
as I joined my soul 
in watching you.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem IX

I fell to sleep singing a love song;

a rhythm to my breathing,

with the cadence

of a chest rising and falling

to the beat of a ballad

that plays for you.

When I awoke

in the middle of the night

in the hollow of a barren silence,

I couldn’t find the music.

After I searched under the covers

and in the corners of the room,

I heard you humming the tune

that lulled me to sleep.

I should have known that only you

could take the music

from my throat.

Touchstone Tuesday – Poem IV

It is, somehow, of great pride
and of stark vulnerability
to write.

–Strong Language

 

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Lottery

Lottery and tragedy

purpose to reveal

our thorough inconsistency

and incongruity —

that we would mumble

“why me?”

and “why not me?”

all at once.

 

 

One thing, though, remains constant:

“me.”

 

Firestone Friday – Poem VI

All the ghosts
of my dead dreams
have told me of you —
that you would
be the one
to make a ghost
of me.

–Strong Language

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Halloween

Perhaps,

we should all fashion ourselves as

failure

death

and

public speaking —

for, beyond goblins and clowns,

that’s what really

makes us to tremble.

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Happy Halloween!

Wordsmith Wednesday – Poem V

“That’s mine!”
I yell,
as the guard throws another
piece of my flesh
to the hounds.

He laughs,
as their frothy mouths
attack insatiable.
“If you would stop
wandering in here,
we wouldn’t keep doing this.
You know that you may leave
in any moment.”

I respond,
as I always do,
“I will stay a little longer.”

–Strong Language

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Touchstone Tuesday – Poem III

Long has it been
since the song of birds
or the chorus of winds
or the cadence of my heart
could drown out
the echoes of you.

–Strong Language

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Firestone Friday – Poem V

With fire and steel
torrents and zeal –

with wind and with ice
with day and with nights –

the moon and her stars
with sighs and with scars –

with earthen quakes
and dusty snowflakes –

with budding petals
and glistening metals –

silent humming
yet strident drumming:

You Are.

–Strong Language

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