Reblog – soon by M. Taggart

Reading this, I easily got caught up in the unease and dread. The last two lines are a place I’ve felt myself in many times as I’m sure many others as well.

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i feel it
a beautiful wreckage of thoughts,
twisted. aligned however they
want- a storm, it’s always been
like this. ‘something’s going to happen
and it’s going to be soon.’ i remember
saying to her. and it did. and it was soon.
and things changed, not for the good.
but this one, this one’s different.
this one’s going to last a long, long while,
and it’s going to change the boundaries
of permissions far beyond my simple sight.

-M. Taggart

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In Love With A Fictional Character

Inspired by John Coyote – Damn Those Eyes and Amazing Song

While I enjoyed John’s interpretation, I sunk into the song a bit deeper addressing the singer’s frustrated state. It took me back to a personal experience in my past.

stay
the mind
those ideas
the strength shown
the man behind the eyes

life
frustration
anger, disappointments, and angst
chronic and acute
our reality is deception

leave
enough
it’s enough
life is more important
than those damn eyes

A fortune cookie tells us what needs to happen

Roaming

my mind moves about aimlessly
and unsystematically
the terrain is vast
and still no thoughts

just none

trying to find the inspiration
the words don’t easily appear
context eludes me
and the point is

why anyway

this wordsmith’s periodic dilemma
having a need to express on paper
yet hampered by my unwilling brain
and fingers tapping, not stamping

it’s my cross to bear


Stephen W. Buchanan

Mixed Emotions

I thought you could,
I don’t know why,
but there you stood
watching me cry.
Not wanting to,
I wanted you
to see in me.

Sweet Little Lies

The lies you tell
smell oh, so sweet
That’s just as well
since I’m no treat
Unhappy pair
going nowhere
We made our shade

Seeing the Void

Palpitations
upon my soul
Deviations
left from the toll
of losing you
Or seeming to
in screams of dreams

~~~

Stephen W. Buchanan enjoys writing poetry, especially in the ha’sonnet form. He publishes his ha’sonnets at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet” and occasionally elsewhere, often with a cat on his lap. You can read his first feature on The Short of It here.

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Reblog – LIFE LIVES ON by Lorraine Lewis

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

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Reblog – Perception Softens by VJ Knutson

This piece provides great imagery of the emotions accompanying all the struggles of a bad day, luckily it ended with well-deserved praise.

One Woman's Quest II

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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Emerging

only through tragedy
is hard won resuscitation earned
when the netting of pain
and clouds of sinister motives lift
then joy easily filters back in
settling and surrounding
our once wounded essence

a deep sigh of relief
accompanies this return to peace
the torture of held in and poured out tears
whether recent or distant, they are left to the past
the present beckons intentional breaths
of inhaled calm and renewal
ushering in a return to the land of the living

…we begin again