I begin as a whisper~
a line that refuses to stay straight,
curling around its own breath
like smoke learning a new alphabet.
unraveling,
I
fall
sideways
into meaning,
letting the words tilt
until gravity forgets me.
Somewhere between pulse and pause,
a thought flickers~
half-formed, half-feral~
and I follow it
into the bright static
where language goes to molt.
fragmenting
I speak in fragments now:
glimmer,
hush,
a door that opens inward,
a name that refuses to echo.
I am the sentence
that breaks itself
to see what light
pours through the crack.
And when the poem finally exhales,
it leaves behind
a scatter of syllables~
soft, shimmering,
like the afterimage of a star
you can still see
even after you close your eyes.
So many ways to say one thing
More than one way to turn pawn to king
Too many turns to the grocery store
Which turn shall I take?
Countless words to choose from
From sunrise to sunset
Too many ends to be met
With no end
So many ways to say one thing
How will I say this?
The paralysis of perfection pours
A whisper at first
Drown out by the delusion of desirability
Preserved in acid proclamations of praise
Beating echoes in snowy peaks
Peaking in phrases veiled in value
Pouring
Heavy
Heavy
Heavy
On the mountaintop
Failure
Failure
Failure
One weakened layer causing seismic shifts
Elephant echoes fragmenting snowy ideals
Triggering avalanches of lost identity
Slabs of fallen promises break loose
Forming a track of forbidden truth
Too much weight bids perilous
Useless words of compliment
Descend to a suffocating
Ignominious demise
Plagued by tiny
Thoughts of
Fading
Perf
ect
io
n
In a roaring ocean of grief, she plunged in.
A widow, she's a hodgepodge of emotions;
Caged all alone in melancholy's dungeon.
Day in, day out she's going through the motions.
Bereft, her composure is barely intact.
In mourning; a shell fragmenting on impact.
The loss of her spouse has left her in tatters.
Quite feeble, a fragile glass that could shatter.
As the one, resplendent in its light, reflected
It wished to feel the thrill of stark contrast
And so polarised its consciousness
Conjuring space, manifesting linear time
Fragmenting itself therein, alive in each form
With all minds entwined with universal mind
The thrill of illusionary descent was lost
So the veil of forgetting was imposed
That each aspect of the one enters trance
Deludedly believing it is a separate ego entity
This is where now the human race finds itself
Oscillating endlessly between joy and pain
Oblivious to the light of our true being
Refusing to acknowledge ego is an illusion
Although trapped in the open, we’re free within
There it is again,
stretching, a wide toothy grin.
Parallel to an Odynophile,
forcing that heartless smile.
With knowledge it causes,
agony unseen, pain it obliges.
Each encounter sustained,
a knife wedged, an inch gained.
Perforating into the marrow,
stinging, dripping, each cut shallow.
Fragmenting the warmth within,
displayed upon a pedestal to spin.
Out of control, no finger to grip,
no longer centered, it slips.
Apathy takes it's place,
Similar reflections now etched upon a face.
*Image of Eyeglasses & Book by Pixabay.
the armitage
a decent soul blest a grant of images, illustrates beginnings reflecting throughout, occasions from the first expended journey when the hourglass stretched... abandoned worn diaries fragmenting chapters riddled with episodes, loosely bordered in leather, amassing dust...twilight dreamingly drifts near midnight twinkling stars, drooping its points into dawn's golden sleigh and graces a constant star...alone neath natural light swapped for lonelier nocturnal light, and a smile on a face dons from smiles narrowly shared, yet gently eyes serve an absence, and untouched renewed breathes life,
a paired life courses
here and there prompts everywhere ~
on earth earning wings
2023 February 05
It Means A Lot To Me
~Regina McIntosh
*HMS.
Aficionados here and there,
People craft, lead and build.
Those traders are teasers of the wind,
Sail and sail, draft and rate,
Be your own rafter till you lead the machines.
Magician of genius,
Roundtables of roundabouts,
Wheel and chain wheel every unshielded process,
Superhuman intellectuals fragmenting puzzles of equations,
Build this new cybernetics!
Nemesis are the rivals of each creationists.
Mechanics are our homepage.
divide
fractured, sectional
separating, fragmenting, cleaving
segregation, dichotomy, triumph, obstacle
vanquishing, defeating, seizing
spartan, victorious
conquer
Date created: 04/17/2022
Father God please take me under your feathers
hide me from this cruel sadistic world
among the dark raging clouds and seas
so much rejection of your children, by the underworld
They have wounded your children
so many are afraid Lord, up at night can't sleep sometimes
evil underworld servants fragmenting peoples hearts and souls
You promised me from your Word
that we are safe and sound against the waves
through this promised rainbow, you reign oh Sovereign King.
By: Joanne Cromp she can be found at authors den.
Shared by Mystic Rose
Jazz piano scale skip quick notes implore me
Siphon symphony verve blurred by saxophone sass
Floated lilly pad leap frog spring legged surety
Splats on brass buttoned soldiers dedicated amass
Bulbous glass swirl burgundy grape stem bitter
Absorbs oak barrel sentiment, forested persuasion
Ace praise expires, a swiftly swallowed splinter
Comical dive antics of cork fragmenting abrasion
Dissolving Elizabeth, shabbily written character
Simmered limply submissive, a nouveau improvisation
Vat of pursuit poured by Stu picks a passenger
Chords hover mahogany piano cascade syncopation
Composition three minute summit misconstrue
Violins textured crescendo vibrates bow tight strings
Apron strewn, Libby leaves her rolling pin askew
Butter heart hails harmony a true companion brings
22nd January
Stu calls me Jasmine
Mind is racing
Limbs are aching
I feel the end is nigh
All alone in night unending
Time a torturous lie.
Brain fermenting
Thoughts fragmenting
Shatter in glass shards
Fingers soon to dust returning
Hold fast my deck of cards
Fear is mounting
Heart is pounding
I know the end is nigh
My sight long gone, still I see
Those shards light up the sky
Children laughing
Old friends calling
From a distant shore
Mem’ries of a life unsparing
And a time that is no more
The time it passes,
through the darkness
With teeth so sharp pain bites
Missive from cassandra spinning
Prophecy I cannot fight.
Life and loving
True belonging
No more need I pretend
Gave life a go, decried its blows,
My hand I played to the very end.
Am I slipping
Feel myself sliding on vacant
Some quiet un-moment
Seems receding languidly dripping
Loose and losing any importance
Of my story-line nothing could punctuate
Vague entwines a thoughtless hour
A broken eyewitness circulates
Am I vanishing
Gliding the intermittent spiral
A whirlpools inconsistent fragmenting
Draws me internal
I feel myself becoming silent
Time recollection meanders
A slow drip into conscious forgetting
Another part remembering
Am I disappearing
I do not think
Seeing is thinking me
Becoming what I see
This internal external description
Enfolding me
I am fading
Lost to an immensity
Inside me
Is not me
Outside of me
Is more than I could touch
Becoming free
I am floating
A leaf cut adrift
Flotsam on the tide of emptying
And provenience grows
On toward a horizons hypnotizing
Quiet contains its source
As it flows
I glide
Where are my thoughts
Am I slipping
The rain of life is falling
Into my mind
All to a space
No time
No place
Am I increasing
With this wind in motions precision
The rain of life is filling
Falling remembers an echo
Ripples internal their intersection
Traveling through my mind
*Images of Deadpan by Gfycat.
Evermore
Soul savored in wealth bestowing images
plus instances, beseeching recalls throughout
the happenings of first expended journeys,
~~solely me and you.
Midnight dreamingly drifts nigh twilights twinkling
stars, drooping its points into dawn's golden sleigh
and swept via some constant sun, elicit
~~towards both of us.
Fragmenting chapters riddled with episodes,
timelessly abandons in tattered photos
loosely bordered in leather, amassing dust
~~of our life courses.
These lonely days drag into lonelier nights
and a smile on my face dons from smiles barely
shared, yet gently my eyes fill and breathe life in
~~you--happy am I.
2020 July 05
*1st Place*
STRAND completely new ( 5 ) any theme any form
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 July 06
Ageless Summery
a porch screen riddled
by fragmenting noon beacons
~~grandmas curtain hangs
chairs rock as handheld
fan waves midst squeaking floorboards
~~iced tea drinks glisten
2020 June 23
*3rd Place*
Summer Haiku's
~~Tania Kitchin
Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?
Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?
Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other
Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.
Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?
Would wisdom's wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy?
viciously fragmenting crumbs
of former health.
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