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Occupy My Home

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Occupy My Home

How strange this thought alive tonight,
My own recollection, birthed and taken wing;
How beautiful in flight...
How strange, I think:
A broken heart makes no sound
Soft or loud to fill the air...
Sheds not one drop of sweet red blood;
Strange..this hard jawed pain
The most mortal wound inbred
Does not kill...does not strike the body dead.

Not for the privilege of life
Nor the nectar of surcease
Are we thrown back into the arms of the living;
A deserted bride standing bitter stiff
At the bottom of an endless stairway
Dressed in designer rags...
Holding close a handful of tear wet rice...
The cheap promise of vows taken twice
Beneath a canopy of flowers 
Torn from the earth...
But these flowers gift no fragrance
Or soothe the lies above the dirt.

How strange, this farewell to laughter
In the pale silver fullness
Of time allowed
To the end of innocence
To the end of time
And the end of questions...

How strange these thoughts alive tonight
Some bitter measure of relief in practiced comfort
Still suffice for those who do not look too closely
Into Autumn's promise - however  - forever given
That Winter will not linger
In stark affection
For some un-numbered night without a name.

And stronger souls than I
Will guard my life
Under deathly cold, impartial snow...

How strange,
To Occupy this singular place
Of living thought fragile as spider lace...
Standing alone on a side walkway
Leading to a cold and silent house
Still waiting for me to come home.
How strange, to Occupy the pain
Of the bloody footprints
Leading away;
How strange these thoughts alive tonight
Of what was my own 
Hard earned safe Haven...
Supposedly, for ever..and beyond forever
For all those beloved to come after the Promise..
The Promises I made...but could not keep.
How strange...
An empty house can cry
The same dark tears as stronger souls
Will try to hide...
How strange.

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  1. Date: 10/14/2012 7:59:00 PM
    Elizabeth, your poem is awesome and deep.., thank you for sharing your pen.. always :-) PD

    landon-lane Avatar elizabeth landon-lane
    Date: 12/25/2012 8:32:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Poet Detroryer...those words, coming from you, lift me up clearly and above the anger I feel sometimes in the writing and birthing of my poetry. Your poems give me strength and inspiration - in case you didn't know! If you keep writing, so will I..deal..? Deal!!!
  1. Date: 10/14/2012 3:38:00 AM
    Wow Elizabeth, this is powerful, emotional and deeply touching, and having said all that, an amazing poem, there is so much here, to move mountains never mind a simple guy like me.. i'm sending this poem to my fav, along with you, so i can read it over and over again.....

    landon-lane Avatar elizabeth landon-lane
    Date: 11/3/2012 1:53:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Harry, when I realized you really HAD picked this poem as a fave, I was so amazed. When I read your beautiful, sad, happy, mischevious, etc. poems all I can think of is to reach your level of craftmanship. Wow. Elizabeth