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Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
as they hold in a picture stilled that looms,
unchanged but not for lack of a broom;
school books, pads and pens, and bookbag piled high,
uniform dress, blouse, and blazer on the bedroom floor,
shoes plopped in the corner still untied behind the door
covers tossed on an unmade bed, pillow puffed against the frame,
a waking dog with ears alert and a wagging tail ingrained;
I can easily dust and sweep the memories stored there.
The dim light of an old candescent lampshade bare,
shadows of my grandmother rocking in her chair.
Four o'clock as the cuckoo bows,
chains straining the weights up and down,
a baloney sandwich, a glass of milk, she sits waiting
at the small kitchen table, her rosary praying.
Bouncing in the door, hurried and ready to play around,
the smile rises on her face as she puts her knitting down
and with a hug and kiss, she takes me in her arms
as I struggle hurriedly pulling away from her charms,
anxious to go out and play
as she asks, what did you learn today?
Sit, eat, tell me of your day
and I rushing through every thought I could say,
full mouth jabbering of this one and that at school,
today, I've learned the golden rule,
family and the love they give
are all you ever really need to live.
I wish I could go back for just a moment in time
and relive those wonderful memories sublime
now gone
and pushed in the corridors of my mind.
You said:
You look like you've been hurt before,
Drowned before you could reach the shore.
I replied:
My father was my first heartbreak,
My uncle was my second,
I was neglected and never reckoned,
If you'd ask me how I am I'd say I'm fine,
I can love you even after knowing that you'll never be mine.
Loneliness lurking in crowd,
Voices in my head, so loud,
Rivers in my eroding eyes,
To my heart, nothing satisfies.
I'm rotting and wearing a mask full of smiles,
I don't know what in the future for me lies,
I am so scared of life,
I can't even imagine being
Somebody's lover or wife,
Everything seems unreal I'm seeing,
who am I? Who am I being?
I'm getting tired of it all,
Always breaking like a porcelain doll.
Hold me tight,
Before I shatter at your feet,
Don't let me out of your sight,
As long as you hear my heart's beat.
Hear me, hold me tight ,
Because I'm so scared of the night.
Console me, oh, please,
So that I might be at ease,
I'm wearing pearls of peace,
And take me to Greece,
Before my breathings cease.
I'm complicated and crazy,
My thinking, breezy and hazy,
Understand me, can you?
Don't leave me without a clue,
I'm a starry night, mazy and forlorn,
I don't even know why I was born.
I'm an abandoned bleeding sea, without a heart,
Pathetic palpable ardent art,
Who talks to the moon,
A glass shard and longing loon.
Save me from me, I , mine,
Words won't come out,
My drenched teary eyes whine,
Can't you hear the slurry shout?
So, hold me,
Don't break the promises,
You told me.
Noble Rennaker
1885-1911
Indeed! Ask the dead and they will tell!
They will reveal what true beauty is.
They will tell us the secrets of forgotten Eleusis.
Indeed! I know how Romeo,
Of fair Verona’s Montagues,
Must have felt, when he too,
Experienced the resounding joy
Of love at first sight,
But that sight, let it be known,
Only I knew of,
Only my eyes saw the connection,
And I spied and peeked and peered,
Unknown in the shadows,
At my oblivious mistress in purple,
My dream lady, my love.
Watching as a soldier at guard watches,
Watching for movements in the distance,
Listening for sounds, whispers, giggles,
Peeping at naked shapes,
And bending silhouetted turns.
And with pleasing moans and gaspings,
From behind the closed back doors,
Doors draped in concealing green garlands,
I saw her hair cascading in the shadows,
I heard her muted voice reaching for something soothing.
I watched her my friends!
Watched her at all hours of God’s day!
Peeped and peered and spied,
Watched silently there,
Saw wonderful visions there,
Her sorrowful breathings.
She, my love,
Soaking in scented baths of oil
In the soft candlelight there
Way out in the back at dusk,
Over on old Canobie Street.
Enter darkness, soothe my pain
Make me feel alive again
Any words to harsh to say
Make this vessel, pave my way
Burning fire, stew my bones
Just anything to steer my goals
Align this weary and confused soul
Define that future, review my role
Young apprentice, bleed me dry
Pump adrenaline into these dry eyes
Flay my body, roast my thighs
Bake my innards. I want to come alive
I crave your static, excite my mind.
Renew my senses choke my lifeline
In these last few years I have but lived a lie
I want to see again, though I’m destined to die
My days are few, my breathings in vain.
I’d rather live an hour than be a trade or a slave.
While men do slumber, I stare awake
Reliving regret as I waste away
The shoes men wear, leave no cast
Unless you see the present, there is folly in past
Live no boundaries, why not take a chance?
I’ll take this brief journey until my last.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
~ William Wordsworth
What a peaceful sense of harmony I would feel
if the greatest moments in my dreams were real.
Those tender times together when we made love
are the thoughts I care about being reminiscent of.
I wake as dawn's luminance gently touches my face
and find I'm all alone. Of him, there's not a trace.
Again, I am conflicted, and my eyes seek in askance,
Am I to live in discontent without another romance?
I write of love to assuage the sorrow in my heart
but my pen and ink create tearstained works of art.
I've many pages of Sonnets written in lyrical rhyme,
Intimate lines of us when life was a melodic time.
One day love may find me again, outside of a dream.
A man whose eyes look at me and set mine agleam.
Whose touch makes me shiver, taking my breath away.
There will be harmony between us, we'll lovingly convey.
February 27, 2023
Writing Challenge ~ H Words Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Thoughts keep coming back
of late afternoons
with the dark wings
of currawongs weaving
pathways through the high
branches leaving long threads
of song draped across trees -
the drifting skeins
of woodsmoke from winter fires
burning in cozy rooms,
eyes fixed in hypnotic stares
on dancing flames and minds
meandering the past, some
about to fall asleep.
Thoughts keep coming back
of snow falling silently
in feathery flakes
outside the window
and in the distance, an owl's
plaintive call going unanswered
in the thick air.
I listen to the sound of the fire,
a ticking wall clock,
breathings from beneath
a folded quiet and the drip
of melt water from somewhere
in the dark. I would like to stay
here but the fire is dying out
and its glowing embers
are nearly spent. A chill
is seeping through the cracks
opening between the past
and the present.
Now that you are here,
take in the sunset
and the flare of wings
catching gold
in sweeping turns down
to water creased with waves
and the foam wind blown
to shore. And here,
the vision of her
tracing the minds
furthest reach in footsteps
upon what you see
and how the sun's last light
anoints her face.
Feel her presence here
in the lift and fall of tides,
the breathings of water
washing over crusted rock
and the air
gilded with seaspray.
Now that you are here,
gather in the distances
as the evening closes in
and the day
slips from the horizon.
This is the time of dissolution,
the birthplace of dreams
within whose chambers are held
the secrets of the tribe,
their stain and triumphs
ghosted upon a mirrored world,
the time
for the songstress,
chronicler of the soul,
the one who hears the murmur
of creation as it ripples
across the vastness,
the voice of love channeling
the faint echoes of the sublime
through an infinite silence.
Sweet cradled child, you slumber so
with gentle breathings, soft and slow
The love I feel I cannot speak
or tears would glaze upon my cheek
I hold you close beneath the pane
The night outside, it whispers rain
The clouds drift by, one star that shines
upon your face, as moonlight finds
a face so graced by angel wings
pink cheeks and eyelash flutterings
Dream, sweet one, of magic lands
Now, while you sleep, you grasp my hand
Your tiny fist, hangs on to me
I pray your world will always be
a gentle place, that watches thee
Do you dream of open seas
Or sail on clouds and over trees
through meadows like a soothing breeze?
If clouds arise to darken skies
may the angel eyes watch over you
I'll keep you safe in tender ways
till the sun comes back another day
So sleep my babe, I'll hold you tight
I'll sing this song for you tonight...
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For Contest Sponsored By Laura Loo
Beneath thoughts with feelings
uniting and dispersing,
Within Earth's human constitutions,
democratic and win/lose cynical,
or even lose/lose nihilistic,
We each breathe in encultured nutritional space,
from a preferred multicultural healthy place,
for a polypathic wealthy outcome lifetime pace.
As we breathe in universal integrity
in spirited time,
we each can breathe out unitarian enchantment with sublime
ecstatic integrity refined
interdependent belief and behavior divine
compassions,
re-investing in this green win/win common healthy-wealth sanctuary
RevolutionTime,
non-sectarian
non-partisan
non-violent
non-ZeroSum
Beneath our most humane emergent thoughts and feelings,
all breathings in Yang
and back out square-rooted Yin
free rainbow unimpaired
not not despaired,
Within each bicameral beating heart
and imposing impassioning
reposing repassioned bodhisattva mind,
radically democratic energy regeneratively expanding
multicultural Golden WinWin Rules
to restore EarthJustice
By extracting degenerative lose/lose monocultural bad-faith toxins
now destroying purposes of health's intention
for red/blue-blooded beating hearts,
Each natural body out
spiritual mind in
yang with yin
co-laterally scripturing
ancient revolutions
of DNA's left and right,
west greets east,
uracil/cytosine balancing fractal seasonal resolutions,
where U=C-squared
light-cubed
green organic namaste
Transubstantiating +1 universal
equals
(-,-)0-square root bilateral integrity,
Left-nature multiplying Right-spirit interdependently multiculturing,
Left-yang patriarchal dominance divided against
Right-yin matriarchal suppressing
Different thoughts and feelings
between yang against yin, bipolar dividing
the sameness within yang with yin, dipolar co-arising
regenerative WinWin,
healthy thoughts with nutritional feelings.
In life there are moments when you miss someone so much
that you would only fulfill your dreams by
holding that person tight in your arms.
When the door of happiness is closed, another one opens,
but us, we continue to look at the closed door
and we do not attach importance to that which we have just opened.
Do not trust appearances, they are often false,
do not interest yourself in the wealth, it will disappear,
seek someone who communicates with you in laughter,
because one laugh could turn a sad day into a joyful day.
Dream whatever you desire to dream,
go wherever you wish,
seek whatever you desire,
because life is unique by how you shape it.
The lucky ones inevitably do not have the best of the best,
they seek simply the best of what they see on their journey,
the most beautiful future will always depend on
the need for, forgetting the past.
You will not be able to go from the past, in life as long as you
will not have overcome the errors of the past and all that hurt you.
Live the life in full, and always smile in spite of difficult times,
never lose the opportunity to give sunshine to the day
of a person who needs a few encouraging words.
Life is not measured in breathings,
but to the moments which cut you the breathe.
Life is beautiful, especially with a friend like you,
may every moment of your life be filled with joy.