Is it your smile that dazzles me The softness of your voice that comforts me The light in your eyes scrying my future joys Am I selfish for thinking you are the answer Presumptuous for dreaming you can want me too
I’d like to tell you- I’m under your spell I’d like to speak my mind with the melody from my heart I’d like to say, I love you But I cannot Lest I spook and alarm For already, You are too precious to lose And a little bit of you Is better than none at all
Paramour of dreams Peculiar with perfection My heart surrenders betrothed and bound to love you Meant to be, Never to be
A big thanks to Joelcy Kay – Editor and Curator for accepting and publishing “Perpetual Pain” in the Edge of Humanity Magazine today! I really appreciate being showcased along with so much other amazing talent! THANK YOU!
It was so easy to get swept up in the emotions of each of these pieces describing life, living and loss. The accompanying music video to Ivor’s piece is such a complement to both poems. May you experience a rich fullness reading and listening to the music as I did.
Grief is a powerful feeling They say it has seven stages I don’t know about that But I strongly believe That grief is like the waves, In a turbulent sea. It comes and goes But it sustains, In a never-ending manner. It grips your heart, Forces you to have Ups and downs Over and over again. It creates new wounds But often, grief rips open Old healed wounds too. No matter how hard you try, You can’t run away, From its clutches Grief will always find you Though it might take a while, It will eventually hit you With an impact worse Than a ground-shattering earthquake, or, Even an ear-splitting thunderstorm. Grief is like a sharp knife, That’s permanently lodged In your heart, That twists painfully, each time A familiar memory washes over you. It comes and goes, With varying intensities Just like the waves in the sea. No matter how hard you run, Grief is hard to shake off
with shallow breath
and heaving emotions
i bequeath the rivulets
on the soft earth
from here on out
the one-sided conversations
for a return
to more than just memories
Even though I won’t ever see them again, I still carry them.
Inside and outside
On the lining of my heart
And the edges of my brain
Beneath my fingernails
Or hanging from an eyelash.
They saturate my writing and my words
Sloping from an s, or cradled in a y.
Sometimes, they are even in a glass of whiskey glass of wine.
But this is about the body.
If you were to unwind me out across the earth,
Spread out this fleshboat of a body crack open the ribs and peer beneath the surface—
They would be there too.
Resting on an iliac
Sleeping in a clavicle
Wrapped around the vertebrae
They trickle through the veins.
A small room, and the feel of them inside of it
The light and how it pours in through the window
A book of poetry upon the nightstand A guitar sitting in the…