Poetry Tuesday – Somewhere Within Your Tattered Insides

I’m not sure which is stranger

Or which would lead to more danger,

But is it your bitter sympathy

Or my twisted philosophy

That with all the broken ends,

We could never make amends?

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Poetry Tuesday – At Ease

Starlight dreams take flight

Across a deserted plain,

Echoing through the mind;

A nightmare lies dead, slain.

Cross-eyed vision of a juxtaposition

Resting among the quavering thought,

Cycling forever in a burning dance,

Seldom ever, though not

Of the bleakest proportion

Of what we can find

Burying, hiding, digging deeper

Into a brilliant mind.

Hand in hand,

Over all the Earth,

Unfolding our wings,

Awakening rebirth.

Shallow rivers running deeper,

Moon reflects its silver image.

Below and above, all are one.

If only to manage

One simple sigh

And release on the breeze

Within and without;

Place the heart at ease.

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Poetry Tuesday – I Stand on the Edge

I stand on the edge,

On the crest of knowledge,

So close to true understanding,

Though farther from wisdom

Than even I could have wagered.

 

I stand on the edge,

On the invisible barrier

That blocks me from the brash exterior

Of the harsh world,

But keeps me locked in my dungeon.

 

I stand on the edge,

On the peak of existence,

Looking down on the world,

But really, I am not above

But more a part of the rest.

 

I stand on the edge,

On the little bit of confidence

I have left for myself;

One foot nears the ledge,

Throwing my balance off.

 

I stand on the edge,

On the heart you’ve shared

When you reached for me,

Keeping me from my doom

And embracing my essence.

 

I stand on the edge,

On the peace of mind I’ve found,

Knowing without knowing

That as long as you hold my hand,

I will not fall.

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Poetry Tuesday – Ahead

Bloodshot eyes burn, downcast,

There, see the hardened ground.

Step by step, each one an escape

From the life left behind.

Trembling, turning away,

Tears blinding already blurry vision,

Desperate cries echo forth,

Losing themselves among the crowd.

Lost to wander, wanting nothing more

Than to run rampant and fly free,

But where, whimpering child?

Shattered shell, broken barriers,

Defenseless decorations of fear

Harboring in the heart,

Raving rage to rip the righteous.

Every dissolving dismay

Leads to one penetrating point:

We are left to journey alone,

Never looking back upon

The fickle, fragile footprints

We have etched upon hardened hearts,

But rather, keep steady in solitude,

Forever forging our way ahead.

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Poetry Tuesday – Frozen Lady in Black and White

Every day as I walk

Down the hall at work,

I glance at the wall.

There it still hangs,

A reminder of yesterday.

One lone young lady

Appearing to be trapped,

Surrounded by the eyes

Of a dozen men

As she scurries, though frozen,

Down the sidewalk.

Her delicate hand

Clutches firmly on the strap

Of her purse draped

Over her wispy shoulder.

Determined, she fixes her stare

Straight ahead, eyes front.

Unable to change,

Her face remains unmoved,

Her mouth forever open

For a short intake of breath,

And they, the men,

Youthful and old alike,

Gawk and gape at her fickle form,

The unheard jests and jeers

And disgusting wolf whistles,

The obscene hand gestures.

Doesn’t matter where they are:

Seated at the cafe

With their afternoon coffee,

Plastered to the steps

Smoking cigars,

Perched on a motocycle

Stopped by the curb,

Or ever right in front of her.

She is surrounded,

And no matter

Which way she would turn

(If she could),

They, too, are frozen,

Forever trapped in that moment

Fifty years ago.

And I, frozen for a second,

Stand there,

And of my own free will,

I choose to move again,

My thoughts whirling,

Thinking how that black and white photograph

Clashes with the colorful world

I live in…

Or does it?

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Poetry Tuesday – Good Morning

Dawn’s soft light

Moves across the room,

Melting away the night’s shadows

On her sleeping face.

The beams cascade

Their cleansing warmth

Upon her scented skin,

Rejuvenating  the senses beneath.

One slow, steady intake

Of precious air

And then exhale.

As the wind blows gently

Through the half-open window,

Playing melodies with her free hair,

Her placid form shifts,

A slight movement to the right.

Her lips part first

Before she opens her eyes

To the beginning of a new day,

And she whispers,

“Good morning.”

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Poetry Tuesday – Yesterday’s Room Next Door

I press my ear to the wall.
The voices come muffled at first,
But if I listen closely,
Their love stories become clear.
The distant piano music always plays in the background,
But its song still has a story to tell.
Photographs hang from this old wall,
Frozen smiles where laughter’s echo lingers;
A feather-light finger touch caresses those tender faces.
I close my eyes and see more openly
As the wall fades away.
I reach, step, grasp, hold.
I hug every precious memory thread,
Knitting a fabric of a life that embraces me in return
As I sing along with the piano
And write rainbows onto black and white pages.
You see, yesterdays are all blended into today –
And I wonder what story my children will one day tell
Of my today in what becomes their yesterday’s room next door.

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