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!
the monumental woes
sudden jolts to the psyche
a shock of endless wounding ripples
splintering into a cascade of emotions
gigantic internal rifts open in us
flayed open in a jagged void
our mind, body and soul
doing the symbiotic dance of intense unease
putrid words heat up inside needing purged
they force themselves up and out unintelligibly
hot screamed tears flow down anguished cheeks
our reality forever changed
in time we hush our voice to gutteral moans
the liquid from our eyes slows to a trickle
the suffering seals us up within ourselves
and the sadness clings to every fiber in our being
arthritic pain felt everywhere there are no bones
living is hard
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #190 – Insanity
&
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Unforgotten
no one told me
the days of mourning
linger for years
those unforgotten bring us
more bitter than sweet memories
unexpectedly and forcefully
it rises up within us
tears well and overflow incessantly
this insanity of grief, tortuous
when you love hard
you hurt more
death really kills two people
I want to thank Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing for steering me towards this artist!
the phoenix rising
is a heart sliced in two
love is
this never ending cycle
How many of us have gone through this feeling of lost connections? Too many, I fear. When I first read this piece, it reminded me of a favorite song of mine – Lost on You by LP. It’s the same message – loss of a connection. Weronika echoed that song but compressed the sentiments into this exquisite short piece. Bravo!
In that moment
I felt that
there is a piece
a piece of me
which I’ve missed
which cannot be found.
By me
by you
by anybody.
A piece that was lost
many years ago
amid desert’s sands
of our relationship.
© W. Donovan
with shame i hide
within the norms of society
disguising, even to myself,
my true desires
our friendship turning romantic
confuses me further
your charisma enchanting me
your song lifting my spirits
what a mind
smart, decisive and creative
your care and concern
envelops me decisively
the air around you
light
smoothing these edges of mine
adjusting my rough attitude
my mother loves you
as do i
but can this love sustain
with this private dilemma
i think i desire men
This is in response to Val’s request for poetry for National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt aka NPM 21. The piece above is about a lost love.
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #76 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Nesting
every bit of you
held bright sunshine
layered within your being was goodness
your presence, a sanctuary
every thought, every utterance
nesting inside of a grander one
your skin barely containing
the magnanimity of your being
your touch soothed us
your embraces signaled healing
and our lives were made richer
having known you
Haven’t we all been here at one point in time?
I read somewhere
That you were no longer mine
.
.
That you finally opened up your heart
And honestly, It was about time
.
.
I read somewhere
That you no longer belonged to me
.
.
That our memories
Are no longer cherished
It’s not my heart that holds your key
.
.
I never expected you to wait forever
To hide away
And pine for my love
.
.
But I read somewhere
That you are finally happy and moved on
.
.
My heart paused a little
It broke for a moment
As I remembered what we lost
.
.
But I always knew that our love
Was gone
When I walked away
I knew the cost
Loss, whether death or the end of a great love affair, can haunt us for eternity. And muddy our existence until we heal. This is one of those pieces that just gets you right in the heart. Thanks, Nancy.
You left for some time
ages ago
long enough to haunt,
long enough for everything
loud and living
to sink into itself,
a cavity beneath waves…
but I’m OK now—
day drinking with Nemesis
laboring rust and dirt,
I lie with your bones
and start fires at night.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
on overcast days
echoing my sorrow
a return to the place
where we found sanctuary
would that speaking in whispers
be heard by you, my love
in hopes of solace
that perhaps it would ease my despair
in this vast emptiness without you
for you departed much too soon
life without your presence, lonely
emptiness now my constant companion
would that you returned here
discovering the utterances of my soul
clinging to the branches
waiting to be spoken to your heart
I Write Her 