There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time is not real, then what are we?
Poison and the cure, she screams at crashing volumes. No one sees.
I lay in the soporific sequel, turning over in the concavity of restlessness. Trials of the past collide with warm static forming variations of need. They are all tied to strings. She strums them with shades of night. The unfallen sky weeps. No one is listening.
Stress cannibalizes stones hungry for frailty but each is weighted in expectation. High caloric bites of the unknown. Bitter tones of perceived reality. The answer is in everything we devour. In the stillness of cognition yet all we do is eat.
The mother feeds
The mother weeps
Begging for her witness
As they all sleep soundly in her suffering
Categories:
cannibalizes, dream, earth day, environment,
Form: Prose Poetry
Soul Eater
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant.
Faith and belief all that gave it substance,
weak and watery as it was. Until that wretched day…
I hurt, I ached, in a before unfelt place deep within. My physical being was effected but it did not originate from my body.
If I were paralyzed, or dead to my flesh in some way, This pain would continue, on and on.
The concept of the soul was intangible and distant…until the creation of my body was snuffed out, buried under soil and rock to decompose as corpses do.
My child taken from me caused me to know my soul… for it became tortured. An itch I couldn't scratch…an ache unrelenting, all consuming.
Now I know, beyond doubt, I have a soul…because bright pain always shows his hideous face, demands attention, cannibalizes joy and leaves only dispair.
Loss is the Soul Eater.
Categories:
cannibalizes, baby, death, grief, loss,
Form: Free verse
i climb the Mother's trees
& watch Her waves return to earth
as She cannibalizes Herself
& we are made whole by the destruction
we are the fruit of Her Death,
the life of Her seed
sewn into it's self
Categories:
cannibalizes, introspection, nature, seasons,
Form: Blank verse