** What’s Torn **
What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…
The things thieved
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees —
don’t leave, but remain in a spectral reality…
What’s been torn away
may similarly refuse to leave —
like my calve, cut from my body, will scream,
sending phantom pain in suffered agonies…
What was seized from me on that mournful day,
— sculpted by dancing ballet for a decade,
stayed as I went from anestesized to awake
into a daytime nightmare without any escape…
When life sends us to dire places,
where hopelessness would subjugate us,
God will guard our souls and grace us
with a strength: resounding to the soul…
Left ragged, like having my health fail
in reaching goals, I will feel my heart wail
near breaking, but I refuse to let my faith pale
…believing the prayers of heaven will entail
blessings to help all God’s children prevail.
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((c) s.y..eslinger 3/2024
**an addition to “On Phantom Pain” poem still in progress at this time
("Conceived in Light", 2017, original encaustic)
Conceived in Light
On this wheel of life
The man of constant sorrow
Plays illusion's game
(11/4/23)
three senses
visual voice & sound
read to recite to hear -
intuitive cadence birthed
breathed in the ear
Most confining and to the decencies,
Feebled feelings and enslaved alternates,
Oddly detached, from them degradations,
Of whimpered whines and conceived illusions.
The reliance on the diminished decisiveness,
The age past then that's best in stewardship,
Oddly detached from the practice in manship,
The dependence on them downed possessions,
Of untimely prowess, times of emancipations,
But conceitedly troubled with fantasized them,
The perceived attachments to concise illusions.
#Aug_2022
The sudden feeling of getting torn inside, it's revealing,
fears of the past scaling the walls of time.
It's starting to get warm inside his breathing,
is getting soft, and tired of playing hide and seek with time.
Those perplexing griefs of the past,
Realizing, to smile when he's lonely, is in-vain.
It turned out that those good-byes were the last,
yet will get conceived in the feeling of love, again.
Searching for a reason to smile, getting more away from relief,
Talking to those droplets of rain is healing the grief.
Letters are skinned
in the memory
by whose hands
they work with them...
even versions
from the folds of the soul....
tear the physical body
through the portals of feelings
housed in the recondite...
So they practice all the time
to give birth to life poem... !
Through the bedroom window
in my Grandmother’s house,
shone three lights—far off and red
Vertically stacked,
representing the distance,
to a young boy fast in bed
A distance that I
was born to travel,
my hopes as then conceived
A distance that called my dreams
to wander
—whose voice would never leave
(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)
children were conceived
when they all had been received
in God we believed.
Jim Horn
character
language
episodes
of
reminicences
of
imaginative
validity,
a new
dimension
envisioned
things
not ideas-
knowable
world,
things in
the particular
that
flutter
into life..
..awhile
inspired by WC W epic Paterson
conceived faculty
surreal improbable
image of perfection
created within a land
of fantasy
placed you
up atop a
high pedestal
were you would
loom over
the land irrational
demands
casting down
the lay of the
land
condemning
all that were
quilty of breaking
the pet-peeve-laws
Yes I'm proud, happy, ecstatic I'm blown, I was conceived to Barry White.
For S1's best one liner contest
Dimensions of the poetic,playful
posies,once absurb come into
perspective the upside down unlocked
its potential perceived,evidence now
orientated and then expressed.
As the sun awakens the forest,
I ascend the faded trail.
A doe and her fawn spring,
startled by the stranger,
traipsing through their paradise.
These overlooked alpine slopes
soak in tranquility,
and newly conceived sunshine.
Enchanted and purified I drink
from untouched springs of refreshment.
Give the valleys to the cities.
Grant the plains to the farmers.
Leave the mountains to her unsettled visitors.
Where civilization grows,
ugliness breeds in desperate streets.
Pollution collects beside her gutters.
Man turns on himself in greed.
In the places people gather,
desecration and hatred are common,
and he is cut off from himself.
His cities are bastions of confusion,
concrete coffins awaiting the fill.
Save me from our urban abominations.
AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing
Chills
shiver
up the spine,
settling in to
chatter teeth which clench,
a vain attempt to hide
from the world that illness grips
tight, weakening muscles, blurring
thought, and chaining imagination.
Eternal Father saw the world
Depressed with the people He created
Destroying the world was His plan
So much sadness with people's sins
His Son, Jesus Christ stopped Him
Made a deal
He will go to earth
Take over for Him
Eternal Father agreed
Looked for a virgin
Angel Gabrielle saw Mary
Have found favor with God
Said she have no husband
Overshadowed with the Holy Spirit
She conceived and bear a son
She was to name Him Jesus
After she agreed
The angel departed
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