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There is a feeling that catches breaths,
Each one brings us close to death,
These moments when you feel you could
Be the person you know you should.

It haunts your dreams, your nights, your days,
It is the thing you know everyone says,
In song, in rhyme, in two-beat time,
It coats your soul like heavy slime.

You look through yourself to see what’s seen,
And wonder how else life could have been,
If only, when you were ever so little,
You wouldn’t have been quite so brittle,

To feel the pain that made you feel
As though your worth was unreal,
You clung to words that made you fly,
But how long until you feel them lie?

Because words twist, and they distort,
From you, your life, they will extort,
Minute by minute, pound by pound,
They will catch your breath until you’re drowned,

Ne’er be fooled by idle chatter,
For you’ll not find the words that flatter
All the people in all the world;
Such dizzy thoughts will have you whirled,

Learn to be the dreams you’ve dreamt,
Tell the stories that you invent,
Let words escape, as you enthral;
Paint the floors and paint the walls.

For freedom spent, is freedom kept,
And all of life should feel windswept,
Dwell not where the soul is lost,
For it is cold and iced with frost,

In Charon’s boat, it bids farewell,
Ere again Orpheus will fail,
Sing in notes that please the gods,
And you might win, against the odds.

Catch those breaths once stunted, yet;
Hold them long in a butterfly net,
Youth wishes to last forever,
It spends its pennies howsoever,

Flitter-flutter–heart does beats,
It’s time that love really cheats,
Drink the tides of setting suns,
Sweet libations of what’s been done.

–fin

 

Links: http://poets.ca/2016/02/08/national-poetry-month-2016/


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Love Heirs

Source: 20th C Fox

Words slipped, carelessly leafing in the wind,
Falling hard, grazing a hand and a knee skinned,
It was a midday, midyear type of feeling,
Sweet air that is unromantically appealing,

Sipping bitter cider, musty airs losing speed,
Seeing through lashes, many words to read,
Sweaty palms soiling pages and marking progresses,
Breezes fluttering hearts, just as they flutter dresses,

The sun creeps through rafters, dust dancing ballet,
Much is felt, but words leave little to say,
Escape into metaphor and slip into allegory,
Not so much a retreat but a decisive foray,

Long sighs accompany afternoon highs,
Rich eyes crumple souls to their demise,
Adolescent dreams sour and dissolve,
Somewhere worms were involved,

Flesh and flowers, sourced from the same soils,
Genetically intwined, entwines and coils,
Piercing the decaying atmosphere, 
Sharp and cold, a pointed spear,

A deep voice clears the air, 
Like a long-forgotten ode or prayer,
Peacefulness fills the soul–
‘For whom the bell tolls.’

Opulence clinks the ice drowning in gin,
Reminding the youth of what had been,
Stretching arms like history’s twin,
Posterity watching, a scurrilous grin. 

Oh, what sweet sorrow
from past loves we borrow.
Two young hearts defy their genesis,
For a long-lasting, far-reaching kiss.

Antidotal Anecdotal; Medicinal Maternal

When I need it most, the words escape tangentially,
Sanguineous emotion yearning to surge expressively,
Trapped in eternal damnations, buckling under shame,
Ravenous lamb astounding the lion you’ve tamed.

Excreting words without meaning, and meaning without purpose,
Trembling troves of buzzing elocution secreted by the nervous,
Nightmarish apprehensiveness colludes with the power of fear,
Making it impossible, improbable for my words to hear.

URGH! What message is there hidden by this muting potion,
Rapidity of death as sharks prey upon me in this unending ocean,
Tender organ racing as I am beaten by life’s brutish, bloodthirsty fate,
Deluge of alarm as I succumb to this foreboding sensuous spate.

Riddled with meaningless intent, puzzled by intentioned meaning,
Anxious that the absurdity has taken away life’s silver gleaming,
Up and down; down and up–broken but mended by verse,
Ceaseless, unscrupulous unsleeping are the tell-tales of this curse.

The antidote is the poison by which I am drugged,
Rendering me engorged with polluted yet cleansed blood,
The sweet scented day-dreams are filled with passions aplenty,
But the same mind’s eye desiccates the heart, leaving it empty

[whispered from afar]

Remember, my dear, sweet-tempered child,
All my love and joy is within you and riled,
For when I first looked upon you I was beguiled,
All you ever have ever done, angel, I always smiled,

The skies are but filled with efflorescing long-lost souls,
Awaiting the moment when they’ll become again whole,

Glittering stars that sacrifice existence and give tranquil respite,
As if only for you they dance and twinkle all through the night.

Fluttering worries begone from this sacred ground,
For upon this face a jubilant cherubs’s smile is crowned,
My angel, you are strong and beautiful and powerful yet,
Because of your vivacious vitality, I will always be in your debt,

No, do not think these are just words to fill a page,
Or actors carousing upon an imagined pantomime stage,
My love is a storm that changes the face of this earth,
I’ve felt that since the moment of your birth.

While life feels difficult and so very severe,
I have every faith that your goodness will persevere,
So smile, my sweetest delight,
And show the world your brave might.

~fin