On the wings of winter afloat abandoned in northern wind,
the wilted leaves of longing waft away rustling recluse,
my frosted nest clings captive to the skeletal tree,
I count in heartbeat the footsteps of frozen twilight hour.
The elan of earnestness turns into arctic embrace,
as you fly away to the sun shine sky of indigo incognito.
In the frosted debris of desolation in the glacial nest,
I hibernate in memory with the frozen feather you leave.
The lonely bird languishes with the wings twisted in torment,
folded up within the mangled manor of the marooned mind.
I can’t fly in the wake of your evanescent flight,
my heart’s fervent warmth dissipates unfelt.
The latent desire to span the sky sinks in the sad eyes,
the feelings fail to touch the remote reminiscence,
as I find the defoliated trees dance in the snow sonata,
attuned to the melody of the song of winter wonders.
The winter blizzard blowing in my wanton world
immobilizes the weary wings of my frigid fervor,
brings the breath of old times through the frosted door of mind,
in my winter slumber I dream you will return in spring.
Conjuring anxiety, obstructing path of hope,
A quivering hesitation, frightened to cope;
Fear is omnipresent causing anguished moan
Agitating aspirations in distress of unknown.
Fear is darkness, a trepidation upon norm,
Worrisome, trembling, turbulent as storm;
An obstacle threatening progress of life,
A messenger of panic, an architect of strife.
Treacherous to audacity, fear is a cheat,
A betrayal to victories, fretting of defeat;
Fear is melancholy, an expression of gloom,
Hampering courage, perturbing in doom.
Fear is a loathsome impediment to goals,
Dashing endeavors of endearing souls;
Averse to commitment as love goes awry,
A remorseful cry, where lost kinships sigh.
Unwelcome emotion imprisoning ambition
Unleashing inaction of paranoid inhibition,
Fear immobilizes, as if, bird trapped in cage;
Paranoid, valor-less, upon life’s center stage.
January 21, 2023
Placed 1st: Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Labored breaths echo throughout the bolted space.
A doom sensation overtakes the place of solace.
Her eyes scan for any exit.
Light scrambles through a cracked door.
A window glows, ajar.
Too far away for the taking, her body immobilizes.
She strives to breathe... even that threatens to cease.
Silent screams gasp for life,
as if trying to turn a door with breath.
A wave of wet beads seethe from her skin,
like lakes between boulders.
Her shoulders rise like hefty mountain weights
summoned to a stomach of scrambled sand.
In a kaleidoscopic instant, from the perceived exit,
enters a tuxedo hero, donning sporty socks,
flaunting a solid strut.
Up, he jumps upon her lap, like
the reward of a clapping audience.
His constant fur coat would be a king's boast.
Like melted butter on toast, he spreads his warmth.
A reverberating purr becomes the mender of broken emotions.
Hyperventilation fades to mimic his oceanic vibes.
2/26/2019
Pain Never Leaves
It screams out in agony when it goes unnoticed.
It demands to be felt by everyone.
No matter how much the body tries to reject the feeling,
It crawls through the skin like a thousand bugs finding food.
It comes to us by gushing out at the seams of our souls.
It punctures the heart until it shatters in a million pieces.
It demands to be felt.
It doesn’t truly ever stop until other emotions are fully decayed.
It spreads like a disease; memorising everything in its path.
We let it consume us because we think we deserve its presents.
It is like a guest who has ran out their welcome.
It demands to be felt.
It tricks the mind into never feeling anything else.
It immobilizes the bodies of the so called weak.
It is like the evil villain in stories that can’t be defeated.
It is dark gloomy days with suffocating snowfall,
lonely nights, and drowning thoughts.
It screams out in agony and demands to be felt.
Storming through the day with joy and laughter
solitude and bliss
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
When I am Alone the cold rattles and pains my joints
This immobilizes me to my cheap twin spring mattress
Although the sun rips through my window
I see no brightness
Only darkness and gloom
When I am alone my thoughts are as clear as distilled vodka
My mind guzzles and drowns in a sea of insecurity
I think of no hope and no bliss
Sitting on stage
The glare of the audience immobilizes my every move
Is there a way this paralysis will soothe?
The lights suddenly blare
Like a deer bathed in headlights
How can I escape from this radiant bear?
The conductor baton rises into the soundless air
Sweating, stammering, shivering
Will this be my final prayer?
The sound of an A fires from a clarinet
Bow on string, I imitate the shrill
This magical note seems to be my fever pill
A-D, D-G, A-E
Instrument seems in tune
But will this miniscule fact solve my problem soon?
As the chief baton swings side to side
Flickering images in my mind crash like a tsunami tide
Joy, Love, Hardship, and Harmony
Music conducted the opening to my passion ceremony
Fire ignites my being
Like bungee-jumping off a bridge
The words “Anything is possible!” now beaming
Like poetry, music is an art
Raw emotion strangles uniformity
Expression bears no limit
Creativity beats as our vital body part
*This poem is dedicated to a cure for stage fright (bless those poor souls)
-M&M
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