The picture sets a sensual tone, and the words draw you in even deeper to connect with what the mind would imagine. It is a piece that leaves you breathing deeply. Just lovely!
Window opens
To intimate connection
Naturedraws me in
*
My mind flutters with creative intent
Inner revelation excites the soul
Where silence invents the moment
*
Faced with the hardships of life, we must go on.
Many
Voices clamour
Until my head jangles
Like a badly tuned orchestra
Today
I saw
Once again men in black coats, move,
Stately, sombre, until
Life receded
Death reigned
Panic
Struck my raw heart
My soul taken up, black
Was this day, until red appeared
And then
I knew
That there is still life to be lived,
In the midst of which death
Interrupts, flows,
Calls us
Softly
Life caresses
My face, swollen, weeping,
Telling me that life will live on,
Because
That’s what
It does, and death cannot conquer
That which lives for ever
Beyond the veil
And the cycle of life continues…
New Leaves Wait to Grow
It was an easy decision for me, when I decided to move to Missouri. I was following my heart to be with the woman I love. If we were going to be together, it was much easier for me to make the move than it would have been for her. Still not yet sixty (I had retired at fifty-three), I had no job to hold me back.
I gave a lot of thought to being away from my children and reasoned that it would be no different than if they were to move away after completing college. My eldest son had attended university in Cleveland and had a job there as a computer engineer. My other son still lived in the Buffalo area, working in IT for a web hosting firm, and wasn’t afraid to travel himself. Meanwhile, my daughter was in college, and there…
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While I hope that this piece isn’t something that resembles a past you’ve experienced but I do hope you have within you the strength to face it should it ever be encountered in your present or future. Peace.
You lost the right to miss me.
You lost the right to call my name
in your sleep or to tuck yourself in
with the memory of my body next to yours.
You lost the right to remember what’s it
like to hug me, kiss me, feel me, have me.
You never actually did have me. You had
something you wanted to have, you didn’t see
me and you didn’t know nothing but my name
You lost the right to come back into my life
to disrupt the months of progress it took to clear
my life of your memory, to stop the grieving.
I had to grow new skin, rip out the hair you played with,
fix the heart you played with, mend the glass shattered
soul you left behind and I did it by my damn self so NO
you can’t walk through that door.
You lost the…
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A beautiful tribute to the changing of the seasons. Sarika gives us a wonderful example of the perfect haiku. 🙂
Swirling down in grace
under autumn’s mystic spell,
Leaf’s last pirouette…
©Pure Reflections, 2020
Caged,
Confined,
Like a bird..
Helplessly bound,
Within the confines of my hurting past.
Nothing saves me from this tormenting pain,
On bed of nails,
I suffer..
I ache..
Lone!
This piece provides great imagery of the emotions accompanying all the struggles of a bad day, luckily it ended with well-deserved praise.
A single tear
white-hot acid
announces self pity
abhorrent emotion
midday body crashed
I am foul-minded, drag-down
unreasonable…spiteful
shut my eyes against
a world of able-bodies
immune to the struggle
loathe this weakness
this intolerable disconnect –
body/mind detached from will
futility reality’s wall
could cry…will not cry
this day is not done.
Later, tasks accomplished –
I pushed through –
I sleep, awaken to nightfall
Soft pinks and blues
in a cottony sky
greet me – beauty
offering serenenity
and for a brief moment
a tinge of admiration surfaces
for the woman who survived
this day.
(Perception Softens first appeared here October 2018. I resubmit it here for my weekly challenge: soft. Image my own.)
I challenged myself (and you) this week to consider soft as contrast to the troublesome times. True to form, each entry brought a particular take on the prompt, and helped soften each…
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Another that hit so well, tagging memories of so long ago, a heartache which took years to dull. I applaud Luna for expressing these heartfelt emotions so well!
It gets so cold
when loneliness enters the scene
but the feeling is actually burning.
Burning with the desire to break free.
Burning with the desire to sleep in peace.
Burning when you remember things
the way they used to be.
Burning when you see the shadow of
the empty place that once had a heartbeat.
This piece struck a chord deep within me. VJ articulated thoughts I’ve had in a way which brought back so much of what I’ve felt about living while living and while trying just to survive. Kudos for speaking your truth and ours, VJ.
I fear living.
No, that’s not it.
I love living…
…but I fear engagement…
…drowning in engagement
Except, I love engagement…
… but only when I dip my toe in the waters
and feel the thrill…
and can still maintain control.
I fear losing control. I fear no longer being able to call the shots, life demanding more of me than I’m willing (or able) to give.
I’m willing to give…
… to a certain point…
…can no longer afford to be sapped dry, wrung out
and discarded… so much hurt
so much betrayal…
such lack of appreciation
I have given.
I have loved and sacrificed and cherished and
given…
…up…
…self
It’s self I’m afraid of losing
and why not?
I am only just able to touch her
She and I, still hesitant
building a certainty
a mutual admiration
respect…
And should I be called upon
to give…too much…well…
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My heart melts every time I read this through. 🙂 So lovely. Many, I’m sure, wish to be enveloped in a love like this whether a friend, family, or romantic relationship. We all need a “someone” like that!
You stole quietly, gently into my life. And captured my heart without fanfare or trumpets. Your love is graceful and eloquent. Your heart is that of a lion with the elegance of a tender kiss. You've taken my heart, and held it delicately, lovingly, in your embrace. In this peaceful retreat, with you, I will linger, wishing for time to stand still. Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
