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

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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

Tests

the challenges we encounter
occur predictably
not necessarily on a schedule
nor to the same degree
but most definitely
they arrive at the best
or the worst of times
and everywhere in between

each confrontation
with a trial of some sort
gives us a choice
to rise above, to defeat it or just give in
it’s not always easy
as so many other variables
are determined to affect
which way we react

the tests we spar with
might make us stronger
possibly break our will
or create a longing for numbness
can we pull from down deep
for some strength and skill
or do we wither in the face of adversity
which direction is ours to take

Her Spirit

my face in the mirror reflects
a ghostly reminder
this leathered skin
has endured hardships
just as she did

except

only her contentedness
beamed through
she was always glad to be alive
her adventures many and
her strength evident

as i remember her fondly
my weariness etches slightly less deep
i won’t allow my defeatist demeanor
to harshly pigment my day
thank you, gamma

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That’s Life

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #151 – Is it always me?

everything...
is seen from your bubble
happens to you
revolves around you
impacts/changes/affects you every time
mere existence
means shitty people
weather anomalies
tragedies and bad things
will occur TO YOU
why ask anxiously
is it always me?
of course it is
because that's how life works
for everyone

Savage

Images courtesy of Terry Susi

at times nature is cruel
maintaining a life
becomes desperate attempts
at losing the fight

to the victor go the spoils
sustenance or power taken
sometimes both
rewards taken by force

because kill or be killed
rules the animal kingdom
driven by instinct
to win the battle at all costs

…i’m glad i’m not a savage