Best Soothed Poems
In a state of confusion…little patience…without clarity
Empty of tranquility.
There I was…
But there I did not seek to be.
The guided path now lost within my world.
I was perplexed…bewildered…defeated.
Where was that amity of body, mind, and spirit?
Where was the needed breath of life
to infuse wholeness into my existence?
I sat alone.
In silence…
I waited.
Consumed by my condition.
Unable to call upon decipherability
so as to understand the complexity of my despair
and find solutions for my state.
So I surrendered
to the abyss of the unknown.
And then I felt it
the emergence of the unexplained
slowly…gently…mysteriously….
taking hold of my being
and soothing my sheared and shattered soul.
(April 2021)
My fears and woes are washed away
As I bathe myself in moonlight
My naked skin held by the sea
Fills my heart with delight.
The sisterhood all here together
Praising Mother Earth
The love we hold within our souls
Fuels our monthly rebirth.
So as we all consider
What the new lunation brings
Manifesting our desires
And to give our new dreams wings.
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better
I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring
We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent
Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?
I ultimately subdue their sensations
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility
We act empathic without negligence
And the rooster keeps roaring
You found me fighting again...
sword drawn in burning battles.
At war with heavy words,
raging against my weakness.
You saw me dragging, dragging
my battered soul, my armored heart,
through blackened fields, razed to the ground.
Places where humaneness fled
and left barren, futile feelings instead.
Neither fragile peace nor hollow victory
could regain me or reconnect numbed nerves,
where I had left myself for dead.
Yet you still soothed me with whisper words...
Bound deep wounds with tender touch,
and gently, gently eased the hurting heart
to lie between blankets of careful kindness
in a bed prepared with mindful love.
Then I slept the deepest, deepest sleep.
Soothed.
Aqua M.
05/02/2024.
Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me.
You are the path that bends between playfulness and yearning,
In your arms is the world, sown with wind and rediscovery,
Like a leaf in the play of the wind, I let your spirit carry me,
In the twist of fate that embraces cords of strength at its chest.
On the beach of eternity, my love, you are the storm and the fleeting dream,
The two of us, silhouettes in dance, sing the melancholy of passing times,
In us, silence is an ocean that separates and unites us clandestinely,
Our love is a temple in ruins that rises gloriously in dreams.
Soulmates, in the bitter chess game of the infinite, we were placed,
Unsquashed, always quenching our thirst in relentless searches,
Our pulse is an odyssey marked in echoes of stellar breath,
We love, tossing petals in the wind, without flight to be restricted.
Now I hold you, capturing your essence in me, for later you might be missing,
I lay upon you the hope that tomorrow you will laugh as you do this day,
Every farewell will resound like the cosmic echo of a heart in agony,
And every fiber in me will bleed for every moment without you.
Oh, woman, a wreath of joy and sorrow in his often weary hands,
When you are a sculpture of crystal, then a visage of bizarre pain,
In your odyssey, like a spring, desires will shiver,
The violin minstrel of destinies plays its score on the dance of fingers.
So remain, in the frame of the dream, in this our portrait,
Like the seal upon a metaphor of our ever lively and fervent love,
Take my hand and let's enter the dance, on the meadow of the most beautiful myths,
Woman, in my carousel, with magic and melancholy sweetly interwoven.
Van Gogh’s paints were his friends
they understood him more than most
spoke to him through relaxing swirls and whorls
he would never be famous
others did not appreciate his art
but he was compelled to create
Painting soothed him
chased away a few of his demons
he did not feel complete
but he felt more together with them
than he would have without them
He began to paint the wild night sky
it was fascinating
made him feel free and fresh
He died having no idea
anyone would see any of his work
after he was gone…
I am soothed and calmed
As I lay on my bed
After the liquids you put in my mouth
After we kissed
Late at night.