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Sleep eludes me, my thoughts engulf me...
The room is quiet....
I hear a branch outside my window, scratch the glass, in winter's wind
I cannot slumber, I cannot escape the waiting, I have no tears left to cry
Reflected shadows, dark silhouettes of trembling trees, hover over me
Oh God,... please take her now...
Is it early morn, or early evening? It is so hard to tell...
when day is night, and night is day,... each passing hour seems alike.
At last it seems this night that would never end,
is quickly giving away to morning
Restlessly, I turn to face the wall
In the faint light, I can barely see the flowered wallpaper
in pale pastels, ....sweet roses.......
I count them one by one, soft shades, a trace of the pink that they used to be
worn by the years, faded by the sunlight that comes in the afternoon light...
before the darkness filled the room....
I remember when she picked this cheery pattern...so bright with color
Another time, ..... an eternity ago,
It is loose at the seams, just a faint remnant of color....
Again, I turn my head to check on her.
The large poster bed, holds her like a small child
She looks lost among the covers.
I see the frailness, a delicate shell of the woman she used to be,
The bedside clock ticks steadily... winding down...hour by hour, minute by minute
I watch the movement of her chest as it barely rises, and falls
So shallow the breathing, it struggles and she endures
I thank God that she seems to be sleeping
And I pray that her dreams are happy ones
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Grateful am I as triumph reigns over distress
since my heart has overcome bouts of depression-duress
conquering frustration angsts that oppress
midst prevailing hope, serving as steadfast fortress!
With support system anchoring me with cheer
blissful serenity has defied attacking fear
driving my commitment with kindness-filled gear
toward bouncing up and moving on, indeed very clear!
Though skeptical to vanquish lurking gloom
my faith has chosen victory over mockery of doom
not willing to face early death along inviting tomb
believing that eternity offers peace ever since I was in my Mom's womb!
Now that I am in the ministry of reaching-out
my spirit thanks the Divine Source of life, without any doubt
as thanksgiving prevails for miracles against unbelief-clout
joyfully keeping on, encouraging others with "We can do it" shout!
If, My Darling, you are the last to turn out the light please kiss my memory as you leave. Rearrange my hat and keys, pull hard if the door still sticks. I know. I never got around to it. Remember always, the Tuesday Ring and our scheduled “Honey Days”. Are the roses in bloom? Don’t worry about the “check engine” light. I checked – it’s still there. So many things left undone, unsaid. There was never enough time – for us. Yet we spent an eternity together and it was too short. I shall walk slowly ahead so take your time and always remember ours.
eternity
loves forever deception
scents lingering
©7/28/2018
for – For your Poetry Journal Poetry Contest
sponsor – Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
If only I could feel
Your magic touch
That I've longed for
For an eternity it seems
Feel the love
Pure and unaltered
By time by distance
A lasting forever love
That has taken over
My very heart and soul
My whole being
Oh how I wish
This fervent wish
Could somehow be real
Suddenly
You are here beside me
We touch, we cry
We lose ourselves in love
Totally oblivious
To our surrounding
Totally enraptured
This feeling has taken
Over every part of me
Why have I been blessed
Why do I question it
You have returned to me
My dearest, my sweetest
My whole world suddenly
Is bright again
With much more meaning
I am overwhelmed
You are my love of loves
I'm your “Sweet Man”
© Jack Ellison 2014
A love poem for Cathie
Pain is all Around,
My head is pounding,
Static noise surrounding me.
Like horns sounding,
Symphonies of energies.
Rippling through Eternity,
Having their way with me.
A vessel on this choppy sea,
Thrashing and crashing about.
Trying to scream,
I shout,
No sound comes out.
Only waves of commotion,
Invoking more E-motion,
Trapped in this Ocean.
And it keeps growing,
Overflowing,
Throwing me,
Into a state,
I can't relate.
I can't think straight,
I let it all go,
Embracing my fate.
Listening,
I wait.
Static of crashing waves,
Digging up graves.
Buried,
Within my brainwaves.
Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.
When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in silence -
where do we poets go?
Is there a special place,
where the ink flows forever,
like waterfalls of mercy -
where thirst quenches
through poetic potions.
Releasing unspoken words -
can you hear the messages?
Floating in the tepid breeze,
brushing against your face,
forming goose pimples.
When our spirits make love to poetry,
we radiate like rays of sunshine
warming the world.
We do not speak poetry,
it whispers to us,
like spotlights in the sky,
soothing scars upon the moon.
When we cry poetic tears,
we pour like raindrops,
refreshing seasonal blossoms.
Our muse battles storms,
like lilac lilies in the snow.
We illuminate like a timeless rainbow,
absorbing all spectrum of vibrancy.
Glistening after clouds clear,
from red to yellow to green.
We the word collectors,
soul connectors,
forever weaving like
spiders spinning cobwebs.
What becomes of us
when our pen's shadow
no longer appears.
We may never write the perfect poem,
but poetry reminds us we are alive -
as our words become immortal.
Simple Musing
Silent One
25 November 2020
—The Blade of Grass—
I sought no empyrean throne beyond the wheeling blue,
But found one adamantine dewdrop trembling in the grass.
It did not scintillate.
It beheld me.
Then every pinion became articulate flame;
The raven's augury, the blackbird's argent hymn,
Were borne upon one unoriginate Breath I could not name.
I watched the lion heave the primordial wind,
The lamb receive its inviolate ordinance.
Neither litigated Eternity.
Rain descended remembering firmament.
The brook relinquished its mountain,
Yet bore its genesis.
Then desolation entered.
No seraph sundered the stillness.
One mortal hand entered mine.
Its benignity outshone
The constellated treasury of heaven.
That night the firmament exhaled one eternal Breath.
The stars did not descend.
The earth ascended.
The adamantine dewdrop withdrew from the blade of grass.
Since then—
Wherever aught lives—
Or abides—
I have never again encountered a universe bereft of God.
Trauma is a book read many times, but the ending still haunts
Survival is like a breath unearned
Like knowing the ending of tomorrow, without the knowledge of how to fix it
And all of this combined becomes a curse forced upon a black person
Like a forged contract signed by the oppressors
... And yet despite centuries of pain
Of jealousy trying to consume us
Of a lifetime of envious stalkers
We bring the sun that turns night from day
Where strength is a promise written into our dna
Where a world full of hate smiles in our face
A reminder we belong in this space
A reminder that this world is ours -
That it was never theirs to take
We are the wishes whispered at night
Where desperation and hope shadow -
In the eyes of the oppressors
Begging to become us
To be infinite, to be eternal
To have everything we offer
To have the life we worked for
To simply exist and exude greatness
To have our blackness, without the colour
Despite our bodies a battleground of invisible scars
Where differences define our treatment
We are still the light in the darkness
Even with our trials and tribulations
Our spirits guided by our ancestors
It becomes unbreakable -
Like a promise written in the stars
Maybe to realize, we had to separate;
...watch each other walk away.
Complete opposites we seem to only agitate;
the distance growing day by day.
Now, no longer confined by fears
I look up searching for any light.
But the darkened sky stole my tears;
hid my pain from all other's sight.
I close my eyes and feel it comforting me.
Whispering the burdened secrets of eternity.
Reminding me "different" can be amazing; not always a mistake
At last I understood the beauty of our love; like embers and snowflakes
Somehow I endured today without you and gave prayer
that when again my eyes open I see you standing there
12/27/2017
Oh, Princess fairest of them all,
What troubles you, and what made you fall?
Why Shoemaker so handsome and tall,
I need new shoes, that's why I had a fall.
It's not for a dance or a ball you see,
It's just so I can walk around so beautifully.
Oh, lovely lady whose beauty I can't forsake,
I will make the shoes which you can take.
Thy beauty I can't deny, whose lovey and fair,
I will create thy shoes, so don't worry, don't despair.
Why Shoemaker thank you so much,
I will treasure thy shoes you make, with your loving touch.
How may I repay you, what can I do?
To show my devotion to you?
Oh, fairest princess, lovely and full of grace,
I require no payment just to look upon your face.
Oh, handsome shoemaker that I can do,
I will spend an eternity sharing my days with you.
And so, the beautiful princess had shoes so lovely and fair,
made by the handsome shoemaker who dared to care.