This is different
Eerie
The winds have changed.
The colors fade into
a lifeless, chalky form,
and all life disappears
in a uniform fashion,
as I stand at its edge,
too scared to move.
Even the sun plays
hide and seek.
And I've volunteered to play seeker.
Who would have thought the sun
was so gifted at playing,
after all these years of
willingly showing his face.
And now I face off
between the darkness
and what's left of me.
There's no rest
for the rest of me.
I lay resting in pieces.
Rest In Peace
One piece left -
it stumbles in the dark.
One piece,
one part to play.
It knows it's still
in the game.
It knows -
To live in darkness
among darkness
requires little of us.
But to seek the light,
to create light
among the darkness
demands effort.
So
much
effort
These winds are changing,
and the darkness encloses me
as I watch the flowers,
disposing of each petal,
fade from my view.
The sun wants to play hide and seek
I can tell this one's going to hurt
as I listen to the drum of my
heart beat grow louder.
I call out
Ready or not, here I come!
Hopelessness encloses, engulfing me,
As another dismal night drifts in—
Where the only light is the afterglow of the midnight sun.
I stand upon crackling ice, breathing in fractals of gelid crystals.
Soon, the frigid liquid seeps into my bronchi,
Leaching into an unrepentant bloodstream,
Chilling a circulatory system already collapsing.
A single crystallized teardrop spills from a weary eye,
While blindness claims the other,
A thick, opaque film covering what was once an ocean-blue iris.
Unable to speak, my silenced tongue weighs heavy in my mouth.
Bending on shattering knees, I submerge my hands in drifts of snow.
A burning intensity shoots up both arms,
Shocking like lightning through my nervous system—
Rewinding memories, yet they snap like an old VHS tape,
Crumbling to dust in this deadening dystopia.
Sinister snowflakes swirl faster,
Till I can no longer find a way out.
Heavy is the plight of a bitter martyr,
Lost among the frozen lambs I brought to the slaughter.
The discarded dead find an unused beauty,
an afterlife that curls, re births,
tunnels and reshapes -
a mulching of a former season's thin bones.
Mortality buds from an emptiness
long before the seed encloses it,
a mottled mold unwinds death to life.
See the genetics of the unseen,
see the shedding and replenishing,
a branching polymorphic architecture
that constantly furrows and gardens
the grave.
A self-determined choreography
of stemless minds, the unseen labor
before the upsurge, before the foundation
and the root.
even if the sun does not shine tomorrow
i will hold you tight and we will be alright
even if the worst storm causes us to lose it all
i will keep your sanity straight and together we can recreate
even if the devil's frigidity spell encloses us into hid trap
i will fearlessly protect and be boldly brave and immovably direct
even if the darkness takes away the simplest form of our sight
i will innovatively lighten a path to a New Tomorrow Aftermath
even when death inevitably comes and God calls us Home
i will still love you in all ways that always brightens all nights and all days
I CHERISH YOU UNTIL OUR TIME ON THIS EARTH IS OFFICIALLY THROUGH
Oh sweet Moon,
So pale and lovely,
I shall be with you soon,
Always right above me.
You are a Lily on a bed of roses,
So soft and sweet,
Like love a letter encloses,
I can hardly wait for us to meet.
As pale as rice,
As bright as a fire-fly,
The same full or slice,
So high in the dark sky.
So far yet so close,
Like teasing me,
Always there when needed most,
Prettier than the deep blue sea.
A sight for sore eyes,
A marble in the rocks,
Always watched as you rise,
As mischievous as a fox.
Oh to hold you my love,
Tightly wrapped in my arms,
Skin softer than a dove,
To sleep together past the alarms.
You wear a dress of silk,
Skin so pale and smooth,
Your skin is the color of milk,
To touch and soothe.
Oh my love the moon,
For now I am alone,
But we shall be together soon,
I think I will be okay on my own.
I always seem
to end up here, shuffling
along the river, soul deep
in its waters. I wallow
for a while like an old,
crusty animal, trying
to rid myself
of the usual parasites.
These pests gasp
for air beneath its tides
and thick mud.
A soul must have a place
to go for the caked on grime
of life to be washed off.
It seems a law written
into the DNA of our psyche.
For some, sacramental ritual
once scrubbed them clean
but this has fallen
out of favour, hollowed out
by hierarchical abuse
and an absent God.
Others simply ask
for a voucher.
Nature has always offered
its sacred spaces to mend
troubled souls. Or there
are caves you can carve
into the mind where a still
resides and encloses
a healing peace. Other
excavations hold effigies
who promise the faithful
any number of offerings
to soothe the spirit.
In the end, you just need
a place where you can go,
somewhere within a breath,
or walking distance,
or a mystery only the soul
seems to know.
The graves of my youth
lay scattered behind me
Each headstone a failure
endorsed by my hand
A shroud covered memory
encloses my history
Where ghosts of tomorrow
roam—haunting my past
(St. David’s Church: September, 2022)
Zero encloses life,
void is full if bits from nothingness break away,
striding strife.
You can’t empty
life’s emptiness, lastingly stays
full free.
God’s stilled
grace keeps soul’s bay
filled.
Zero encloses life,
life’s emptiness, lastingly stays
filled.
__________________
April 17, 2022
Syllable count checked on HMS
Contest : Let's Minichu On Zero
Sponsored by : Mohan Chutani
I'm talking about this fabric, this cover that surrounds us and establishes the limit of ourselves, that conditions our thoughts and imprisons or protects the self.
I'm talking about this dome,
this cocoon that encloses our individuality
like a vase that contains everything we are:
the body that begins to die when it is born,
the conscience that screams and cries without ceasing,
the thoughts that ricochet off the walls of this house of flesh,
on the sides of this nerve box,
confined in this coffin of bones.
Warm and vibrant mirth amidst sweet embrace…
encloses our love-filled bonding moment
my special child’s earnest laughter-bursts reign
enjoying lollipop fast licking race
savouring delight of sheer contentment---
great gain*.
“Thank you, Mom” asserts his sign language glow
grateful response, hiding spasm strain
such grips our exuberant engagement
making me praise the Lord for blessings’ flow
not vain.
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
November 4, 2020
1st place, "The Speaker" Curtal Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 11/21/2020.
lingering inside
prayer chamber
peace* encloses heart.
joyous quietude
grips me
nestling
in God.
*Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
October 8, 2020
3rd place, "Writing Challenge - Septolet Form" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/10/2020.
Beyond this body
This heaviness that encloses
There I exist
Brain wrapped in skin
Thoughts trapped in brain
Words put to paper
Beyond these thoughts
A weariness that pervades
There I live
Actions wrapped in body
Movement trapped in mind
In the end all for naught
When this body heaviness
Is done with the world
And these thoughts and wearinesses consume
It will be time
To lay it down
Existing as if I had never been and
Never existing
As if I had lived for millions of years
And only you
My love
To mark my passage here
As the white encompasses all colors
so God encloses in him all opposites
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 July 2020
Tonight before the sun sets
Just when the sky occurs the limit
Streaked with a lovely pink
Vastly I hope for the best
As I can only put one foot in front of thee other
Music helps to evade more than what life encloses in
Mindfully note
Tonight before the sun sets
Just when it seems as the skys the limit and a lovely pink and purple cross thee sky
Dreams of living occurs
Unmet desires surface
If only and I wish apply to some
As ghastly as life seems at thee moment
Vastly I hope for thee best
Before the sun sets
Vastly hope for thee best
Vastly
One by one, down they fall
Softly, on my dampened cheeks
My hurts erupt the surface
And with sorrow, they release
Freely, along a well-known path
Like river currents do flow
I fear that they will never stop
Down stream, my tears they go
Familiar pain encloses me
The freedom to reach out, again you stole
Constraints are placed upon once more
Separating our two souls
The days pass by so slowly
And have led me to this place
The place I'd thought I'd left behind
Where sadness shrouds my face
Recurrence hurts a whole lot more
Than I suspect you are aware
I wonder if you feel the void
Or if you even care
I told you once, I didn't want
Our love to be for nothing
So help me, God, this hurting heart
Has got to count for something
So if these tears keep falling
And my heart can bear the ache
I pray the brokenness will mend
And peace will settle in its place
I'd hoped it wouldn't end like this
I guess I'm not worthy of 'Goodbye'
So I'll embrace the healing tears
Still flowing from my eyes.
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