Best Tangles Poems
Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.
We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy fingers seeking solutions alone.
Though the more we worry them,
the tighter the fibers cling together,
defeating our efforts with every turn.
The working ends unhitched and hidden,
Knots impossible to untie without another;
Desperate, we seek the means to unset
the tightened rounds of coil.
We need only look up from our lonely struggle,
Unhand the ties and trice up munitions,
In favor of a more effective weapon,
for a prize worth more than any puzzle.
Love is the sword that cuts,
The foil to Gordius' grateful gift,
The force that frees us from the knots
that bind us alone in despair.
Love is the lens that exposes the path,
To unraveling the tangled mess,
To bearing witness to the holism of loops
and eyes along the same length of rope.
Love alone is the key that unlocks
The secrets of the tightly-wound tangle,
Revealing the pattern of the overlaps
and the beauty of the intermingled angles.
With love as our scope, we can maneuver
Through the maze of twists and turns,
Unleashing joys and embracing the weight
of the lessons we learn as the bind slowly burns.
Through patience and kindness, we can loosen
The strands that have wound us so tightly,
Embracing the challenge and refusing to choose
the path of ire or slacking down without a fight.
So let us unravel the knot with hearts ablaze
And together minds set on finding the way,
With love as our sword and our site and our hope,
we can unravel the rigging and seize hold of the day.
They were loyal sisters.
The older
was also more fair,
prettier in an Original Barbie kind of way.
She had been sick
when her younger,
darker,
more tomboy sister
met and first desired
my tall, dark, and handsome Uncle.
When older and fairest of all Sisters
returned home,
after a long healthcare absence,
she too desired Uncle Handsome,
as did we all,
in our time and ways,
but Handsome's eyes never wavered again
once reset on older and fairest Sister.
Young darker Sister, left behind,
began to heal
when tall, dark, and handsome #2
showed up
and spoke smokey truths
of happiness,
kindness,
quiet gentleness.
But not too gentle.
Slow and steady; confident
integrity could heal all guilt
and angers
and prior disappointments.
These two Sisters
and their TD and H husbands
lived near each other
and grew old together
with unspoken neighborly mistrusts,
unresolved struggles with and about envy,
jealousies and jilts,
but also laughter and deep mutual regard.
Who can control chemistry,
or timing?
Who can forgive,
and how long could this revolution take?
Yet even restrained love
can grow abundantly rich
with both age and generosity.
Younger and darker Sister
lost her husband to cancer
and then her memory,
while older fairest Sister and husband
moved into assisted housing
after reaching golden fifty years
together.
Then good-natured patient waiting
to embrace final retirement,
a journey we each take alone,
as when we entered
except without Mom nearby,
or maybe this too remains the same, somehow.
Older ancient Barbie Sister
did not let go
until younger jilted Sister
quietly stopped breathing in her deep night sleep,
lost in memories not accessible by day.
Ten nights later
Barbie Sister passed out of embodied memories
in this same way.
Safe at last,
knowing it was then too late
for TD and H Uncle
to go back before that place
where they had started.
They say death comes in threes.
I wonder why.
I
Tangles
Life in bang - les and jangles
One angle
Unravels the tangles
One bang - le at a time
II
My only angle
Of untying any tangle
Is to hop on Faith - plane
Even if time made it a debris jungle
Faith rescues me every time
I don't know what I want to write
But I will write about irritating
Do you get irritate when people give advice
when it is not needed AND you didn't ask for one
I do
It irritates me and I know it
I didn't ask you for one
Why did you give it to me?....
It goes the same for you
Why did you give advice?
Is it because you think you know more than the other person?
You don't
Is it because you think the person needs it?
How would you know?
Either way you don't
You don't know what the person is going through
What they try to work on
Don't put fire into fire
There - I said my piece
I am not one to hold back
So if it irritates me, you are gonna know it
Don't put fire into fire
I like that
Darkness approaches,
wrapping me in its cruel embrace
Blank shadows on the wall,
feigns their affection for all
Night sings its worthless song,
blanketing the night in anguish
Tangles of memories are closing in,
whispering past my chilled skin
They echo in the wind at night,
calling me back in time
Amidst the hours that slowly turns
Sad eyes with no tears, burns
How do I forget?
Letting you go without regret?
ALesiach © 07/29/2019
WIPE THE TEARS FROM YOUR EYES
THE ONIONS ARE TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU
CRY NO MORE THAT THEY SHALL
BE SAUTEED AND EATIN!
THAT THE LABORS OF THESE PERSONS SHALL NOT BE IN VAIN
THAT THESE ONIONS SHALL MAKE FOOD FOR HUNGRY PERSONS
TO COMPLIMENT THE MEAT OF THEIR CHOSING
AND SHALL (SOME) BE SAUCED IN GRAVY
THE ONIONS SHALL BE TASTED AND LOVED
THAT THE EFFORDS OF THOSE WHO LABORED MIGHT NOT BE
OR HAVE BEEN IN VAIN!
Tangles & Knots
In my hair there are tangles and knots
Knots of anxiety, grief and depression that leave pulled painful ripped empty spots
Tangle one hair, pull with the other
Another knot to discover
Pain from the pull and tangle
Damage and destruction from the strangle
Again & again the pull and the detangle begin
Where it ends is where it begins
Hopeless and tired of trying
Only leads to more disappointment and crying
What’s the point in trying
When all you feel like is hiding
Tangled and in distress
Feelings of hopelessness and nothingness
Tangled in this web we weave
But I’m the one who is constantly deceived
With false promises and no care
It doesn’t matter about your tangled and knotted hair
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined,
Somewhere in the past, the present, or the future,
I drifted away.
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined.
When I looked back,
I wondered if something had gone wrong,
Thinking of those bygone moments,
My caravan came to a sudden halt.
The worries of the future, Were left stranded on the shore,
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined.
Like the carefree drops of rain,
Life used to be so blissful,
Every moment was blissfully unaware and warm,
Every heartbeat was lively and brave,
But at a certain turn, life Got tangled right there.
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined.
Thinking over and over,
my heart Awaits the moments yet to come,
And in that very anticipation, I stayed right where I was.
Where am I? How am I? I even forgot my own self,
Questioning endlessly About the things that never were.
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined,
Somewhere in the past, the present, or the future, I drifted away.
Were just another mess,
Just another distraction from the actual task at hand,
From the impending doom luring over me,
A fate of my own making
The consequences of my own actions.
I did not think I'd make it this far
To be worrying about such
things,
Especially when I had a hand in trying to make sure I didn't get here.
But I am now
And that's all that matters.
And as I sit on the floor of my half packed dorm avoiding the training for my job, finals, and whatever has slipped my mind,
The velvet green fur of my "treasure" box has me enthralled.
I'm transported back to a simpler time,
Back when I aspired to be a "Professional Jewelry Untangler"
Wonder how the adults could let these
Beautiful
Priceless
pieces get in such disarray
Yeah, I understand it now.