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In Secret Caverns, we harken to the darkness.
Our headlamps’ shut off, we are anywhere,
we are everywhere, it doesn’t matter where.
No matches, no breeze, no breath to strike
up the light, no moon, no sun, no shuffling.
Absolutely still - our souls, our conscience,
what disturbs the ash of our ultimate destiny.
No one dares to whisper in this golden cage.
The ages pass by, primordials stir, Jesus is
still in his wrappings. My heart, subdued, like
earplugs in their caves. My eyes, wide open,
stand at attention, to retain the inner light.
I stand in the lake, my life jacket does not glow;
however I grow in sensation; I float upright.
We are the rests between notes. We dote on
the inky calm, not a mere closure of lids; liars,
those pair of skin divers, that blink away shine.
Sans shadows, peaking at the sublimity of time.
I knew a group of ladies once, yes, I knew them quite well.
Let me tell you, they had some serious stories to tell.
No one spoke of them c’ept in between these four walls.
Because we didn’t have to worry about people listening in the halls.
Yep, these gals were some of the strongest, and smartest I’ve known.
It’s hard to believe that any unkind act to these women was shown.
Through the months that have passed truth comes out and feelings mount.
My heart is broken with each reluctant and teary account.
All of us held captive with each passing word,
disbelief in the fact of how familiar twas you just heard.
Someone else has thought and felt my very things?
Excited but also guilty of the joy that this brings.
So we settle back down taking deep breaths and sighs
And try to blink away the tears that sneaked up in our eyes.
Yes, these four wall hold secrets and tales of despair
But somehow with each other it’s become easier “out there”.
We are closer than close, a trust you’ll not seen anywhere
And each of us so different with our own kind of flare.
Through all of this we’ve come to know each other so well
I know all of us feel that….without our little group, life would be HELL.
2/2017
i have seen the pale horse
unmask your face
color it white
till you blended with him
like a blank stare of the moon
his hooves beat in a heart
where silence now falls
as a gossamery wind
caught my breath
beneath the still of yours
his pace separated our worlds
through the eternal place of his own
your soul temporized within his passage
into partings of darkness
drawn through shades of eyes
that once could blink away fog
yet now lost the ability to do so
under the seal of fate
I have seen the indurated clay
that holds you tight
yet your shadows tramp my mind
as if it were a common street
these vivid memories hook my thoughts
as if fifty bucks could own my soul
curse you, even in death
your immortality still robs
choking me of every breath
my scars harbor your death
i close my eyes to these blocks of mind
your soul still owns...
I resurrect the pale horse, curse him
yet place him higher than the stone walls
or granite that bears your name
and kiss nothingness at your grave
my mind becomes calm again
but my roots remain twisted
beneath the silence of your wind
yet i curse you
and i curse him
the same!
I see you bent low
Your head in your hands
Tears dropping on the table cloth
The heavy sighs that no one can hear
Fill my ear
Even past the wall
Between eternity and finite time
I hear
I see
Your guardian angel is near
My orders from the throne
To protect you from harm
Physical….spiritual
To guard your steps
Yet...I see you have not walked
For many an hour
You have been glued to that spot
Unmoving
Only knowing that your universe
Is caving in
Forming a black hole
That is sucking in your soul
The decision is mine to make
I have no time to hesitate…
Overstep my bounds?
Or just hover and watch you drown?
The room fills with light
As I materialize
Hiding my wings
Not wanting to shock you
Not in your present state...
But you are too far gone to see
The gun on the table…ready
So, with one hand I touch your face
With the other under your grizzled chin
I make you look up at me….
Your eyes fill with wonder
You blink away the tears
Trying to focus
Trying to grasp the reality of me
Before you have time to question
I close my lips on yours
And breathe into your mouth
The eternal qualities of heaven
Peace, joy, love and light….
A lingering kiss of life
The moment where heaven and earth collide
And I unfold my wings and envelope you
In a cocoon of heavenly wonder
I enfold you
I feel your strength returning
I will not let you fall
I have heard the unspoken call
Of your bleeding heart…
And as you reach your arms around me…
In that moment…I’m gone
Clothing myself with invisibility
Yet…. just as near
Unseen to your mortal eyes
But as real
As the erratic beating of your heart
I hover near
You exhale slowly
Your breath is on my cheek
The light dims
And you open your eyes
Wondering what delirium
Has come over you
Yet there….there in your hand
A token of the encounter
A white feather
That glimmers in the night
Against orders….
I will stand before the throne
And try to find the words to explain
This strange act...
I could not keep back
I had to guard your life
In the only way I knew how
In that unearthly moment in time
I will find the grace to answer
My reward… the look in your eyes
The radiance of your face
The knowing smile that reveals
You are worthy enough
On a dark and hopeless night
To be kissed….
By the lips of an angel
A guardian angel of light
For Skat's Angel Contest
"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments
and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks")
A brand new day
Tick tock tick tock
You grow, you learn
You take that walk
To get your fine diploma
Fond friends get left behind
Blink one eye
To keep a tear at bay
Tick tock tick tock
You get a job
Or first you go to college
Find a mate and settle down
Tick tock tick tock
Surprises come
So soon your first child’s prom!
Blink both your eyes
Try not to cry
Tick tock tick tock
A grandchild’s birth
And then a whole lot more
Folks you used to know
Have passed away
Tick tock tick tock
Blink back those tears
Of joy and pride
And also tears of pain
Tick tock tick tock
Changes happen
For the good and for the bad
You must adapt
Or fade. . . . . .
Tick tock tick tock
Sit back in your recliner
And simply close your weary eyes
There will be no more tears
To blink away
For Tracie Edwards' Homage Poetry Contest
Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes
- bustling collection children I dreamed
- Far from rationale, imagination run wild
- Adult life ridicules, idea is far less esteemed
When I babysat, pretended they were mine
- even the Asian one. Try to stop my stories!
- Wanted to be seen at sixteen as their mother
- Saw caregiving and fun sharer as ultimate glory
Perhaps a great majority of girls feel the same
- playing with dolls, structured, serious business
- But of course, options are much more enlightening
- High valued career compared to the longing within us
Being tied to a community, sweet trip indeed!
- commitment delivered, rewarded for decades
- Blink away your tears, perfection, I'm always here
- Each Mother knows her gratitude returned in spades
11th November
Night time again. I ask for god to forgive me.
An hour passes, I blink.
I see myself in the reflection of my eyes.
Pages sit on my bed, unwritten, I don’t dare touch them
So they may remain complete in incompletion.
I shiver and heave at the thought.
Two more hours pass and I have touched them now.
I sip at the powder-infused drink, warm and empty in my hands.
I see myself in the reflection, I wonder if I have done well this time.
Thoughts sit in my mind, untouched, but lurching constantly.
I don’t dare touch them
So they may remain incomplete in completion.
I preen at the prospect.
Two more hours have passed now.
I still have not touched anything else, I cannot say the same for them.
I rest my head but my eyes remain permanently open.
I see myself in the mirror.
They echo.
I write more furiously, thinking, like an idiot,
that seeing them will make me less scared,
that other people seeing them will make it seem less real.
Dream-like alternatives seem like a blink away,
I sift through the excuses and fantasies, each better than the last,
Each a new way to mask the happenings of my world.
I go for my phone.
Four more hours have passed now and light hasn’t stopped.
But nothing but dopamine has infiltrated my blood, sickening,
in the most pleasing way.
It’s effective, to say the least. Tiredness sits on my brain,
I don’t dare touch it.
I finish my work with shaking fingers,
my soliloquy is more of a speech,
and I no longer entertain the prospect of my known audience,
Instead I prefer the masses, seeing the actor spinning and crashing behind the glass screen, Oh so precious.
I press save on the document and close the light infront of me,
Leaving my reflection.
I no longer want to see myself. But others may see what I am, what I curate.
Peace will come tonight. I take a sip.
Spun out with no controls
Space craft exploded on the water
Solid impact on the emptiness
No land on this strange world
Saved by a fractured pod
Captured capsule by gravity strong
On this giants silver waves
All else disintegrated in the impact
In an instant on the day destroyed
Somber sounds of liquid waves paraded
In their solemn prayer
Not much else remained
Crashed and sunk as pods might do
Stranded between two dim lights
Brown suns that never know the night
Glaring down from opposite directions
Both horizons mocking this surviving soul
And lights the one and only mercury like sea
My new home light years away from anything
Alone, alive, breathing alien thin air in desperation
Pushed on forever to survive the silver life before me
Thirst forced me to consume the foreign drink
Sweet but could mean something dire yet unforeseen
Red wings for buoyancy propel me through the water
Floating in the open is my only option
Not much else to do but to go on
Nutrients in the sea seem to sustain me
Death by hunger or by thirst are not by choice
A curse much worse than that of crashing
But I enjoy the solitude and void
My damaged scales, torn metallic wings will hold me here
Eternity is just a blink away
Oval eyes open wide to see
Flying days are over now
Under the unforgiving suns
Dragon dreams could not have hatched a better plan
From a better hardened egg or shell
Or imagined a better ending to a day
Back on the home planet from where I came
*Authors note: My short story with this same title is posted in my Articles section of Poetry Soup. Feel free to contact me at [email protected] for any requests. Thank you for visiting. Earl
Sitting in the corner watching ripples in my beer
I blink away the wetness but those ripples reappear
This used to be our corner and my grin was ear to ear
But now I sit alone here watching ripples in my beer
Was it careful scheming, did it happen on a whim
And if it had to happen did it have to be with him
My trusted wife and one true friend; our little group drank here
But now it’s only me that sees the ripples in my beer
A microwave, a meal for one, an armchair for a bed
Cannot entice me from this place I now call home instead
I should confront the barman for he still puts three seats here
But I don’t wish to advertise the ripples in my beer
I know I must accept that soon they’ll tell me I must leave
The world will not adjust its diary just cos people grieve
Thankfully the place I once called home is fairly near
So I’ll spend these last moments watching ripples in my beer
I’ll slump into my armchair once I’ve laid her supper out
And dream that I awake to hear her footsteps move about
I know I’m slightly squiffy but my insight now is clear
If I drink up there won’t be any ripples in my beer
My wife can take that slimy toad and crawl under a log
They can have each other if they just return my dog
My sidekick and my kemosabe, she was ever near
Without my dog here at my feet, there’s ripples in my beer.
The cold is still spreading, engulfing me,
Down over my head to my eyes,
And as it passes over my eyes they are blinded!
Bright! Direct! Blinding! Not soft and dim.
It is a cold light, like the cold on my skin!
And I feel movement around my cold skin,
Motion in the space around that carries the cold,
And as I blink away the bright, I slowly see shapes,
Things foreign and far and sharp,
Edges, angles, colors, light, dark ...
And MORE cold ... but the tightness,
The grip is GONE! The vice is gone with the cold!
And it slides quickly down over me.
The cold and the loosening grasp,
The constraint is ended ... the clasp eased,
But in it's place is cold ... frigid and sharp ...
As sharp as the light in my eyes.
Something moves around me ... many things,
Touching me at different places, rubbing.
Now something sharp at my mouth ... it pushes in,
Sucks at the inside of my mouth, pulling OUT!
And the cold rushes in! Into my body!
Into my very BEING comes the cold!
I suck at it ... cough, cough again, spit,
Cold! Air! I breathe, and cough, and breathe ...
I am cold! I breathe cold! I am me ...
I am BORN!