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A stillness has captured the air
Movement halted to silence
No thought allowed forming
The past is no more
The future absorbed with promise
Hope hangs like cat hair
Memory fails me
Whispers of what used to be
Fall like smoker's breath
Stale, familiar, almost desired
All behaviors of pleasure
Faded in the fog
Missions completed
Destiny, revealed, in action
The old remains, the new, wanes
The heart almost protests
Against the struggles required
For the victory feast
Laughter seems like honey
Applied to battle scars
Sticky, tainted, despised
No celebration can remove
The raised skin of sorrow
Gained for the sake of LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-02-2026
In the twilight hour we are by the window
Open to the horizon hues
And to the brushing breeze,
See the sky shimmer with the last glow
Of the setting spent sun,
Its flickering flare floods your face
Now flushing with the touch of love
We brought this far together.
We haven’t counted the steps
But the footprints unfaded
I see deep within my mind
Yours beside mine
Pacing all the way together
Where we are now
Under the serene shade of still time.
The silver shine of the amorous moon
Sprayed blue sparkles through the window slit
Spreading mystique ecstasy on your eyes
Forming a deep azure sea
In which I swam across time,
Reached the distant shore filled with your scent
Where my first red rose touched your lilac lips
And we made demure dreams together.
The dreams drove us
Where we are now
Under the sensuous shadow of lingering love.
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Written : February 25, 2018.
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
In the Shadow of Sunlight
It is one of those glaringly bright days that
make your eyes water painfully.
You can't see everything at once but in short glimpses and peeks. Between blinks, half an image forms, blurry around the edges.
You raise your hand as a shield, squint, lean back and tuck your chin, grimacing.
You thought you heard her say your name.
Searching in stuttering snatches,
Looking in limping lunges…
like a slow motion film in staccato strobes.
She begins far away but ends close, so close that her form blocks you from the light and you see her as the shadow of sunlight. She is glowing around the edges like a phantom.
She is smiling into your eyes for a moment.
The relief of sight, of cool darkness, and then gone in a flash of brilliance once again. Balking, you ask her to wait! Wait just a second! Why do your ears depend so much on your eyes? She speaks but without seeing her mouth forming words you're unsure of what she's said…dissipating as she goes anyway until only a whisper.
“I love you darling…”
And that's when I wake up and remember she is gone. Gone for just over 20 years now. An ache in my stomach and tears prick my sleep swollen eyes. I turn to my side and tuck my hand under the pillow…try to get back to my dream.
Sometimes it is the light that blinds us to the truth and darkness that soothes the burn.
A problem with breath-focused sitting
eyes hooded
closed down sensory receptor meditation,
in my peak omnipotent mindful experience
This inside passive form of seeking resilience
presumes we consistently care
about furthering our
health care vocations,
organically sacred to some,
merely biological to more chronically traumatized
emotionally challenged
by histories
of neglect
and/or multigenerational mysteries
of emotional/verbal
physical/nonverbal abuse
disregard
bullying
The opposite of nonviolent communication
to restore egojustice
and repair trauma damage
to panentheistic
yintegral ecopeace
Which is the opposite
of monotheistic
yang-supremacist ecocide
As enlightened resonance
of Sun Worship
is to dark dissonance
against Earth empowering
resilient Win/Win
health care meditation systems,
physically active
and metaphysically robust movement,
music,
mindful,
therapeutic empowering
co-passionate peak neurosensory
resilient inside/outside
sad and glad tears
Meditation systems
for enlightening medication
co-empowering
exhausting, but not manic,
exhilarating, but sustainable
intense, but not anxious
anticipations of time-sufficient
left/right bicameral
thought/felt resiliently sacred
restorative
EarthTribal Justice
Organic co-passioning
timeless warm round
expansive light empowering
all forming and flowing
inter-religious interconnections
in-between natural/spiritual regenerations
of co-operative
co-governing
co-mediating ecopolitical
robust and resilient
co-invested
EarthMothered peace.
Bright eyed- I wake - a new born day
Dawn it broke - storm warnings
Soon flurries - brisk and cold I wonder
My eyes wander - and bewildered I ask
Each passing hour - what shall I do?
My eyes they visualize the skies
Daylight - dark clouds in my brain
I contemplate - I see hesitation
Walking the paths in life I do declare
These black clouds I see everywhere
Mesmerized - I then do decide
Each moment I embrace myself
Good morning! I say, as I write the words
I stumble with thoughts and thus
The blustering winds tremble with us
I sit and I still wonder , what shall I do?
Therefore I am sharing my moments only with you
And if I should see the storm my way
The lightening strikes, then I do declare
I'll share my thoughts of the brand new day
And if I should see the storms reflections
I'll walk those paths and show I care
With the black clouds forming truly everywhere
The storm may soon pass and day by day
We can walk the paths with good intentions.
Finally my blood began to coagulate,
surrendering to wounds from constant battles.
I was fading in shades of an Autumn leaf,
crumbling to seasonal trials,
yet, searching for a remedy
to prevent winds from carrying me away.
In the pantomime of life,
I've learned how to pretend.
Hiding the truth behind each scar,
visible and invisible, engraved upon my skin.
My soul is a testament to inflictions fought and won.
Sometimes lacerations ache,
yet the pain can never define me.
For within me burns a spirit, fierce and full of flames.
I've soared over storms,
illuminated in the darkest night -
still, I rise to the call of morning Robins.
Each clot forming is a symbol of resilience,
as in the face of adversity, I find my lion nature,
so let the blood coagulate, let healing begin.
I am a samurai not prepared to retire my Katana sword.
Through every trial, I'll emerge stronger,
until it's finally time to go back home.
Another year has marched out of my life.
A crusading warrior making his way back home,
Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.
Trampled valleys where dreams once stood.
In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,
Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.
Ideas, floating like a fine dusting of snow,
Forming a light covering on my bed of anticipation.
In swept the Ides of Spring laden with promises.
Storms tossing my wants in a turbulent sea of needs.
I planted my seeds with the expectancy of progression,
Hoping to find nourishment for my battered soul.
Summer scorched a path through my life
Bringing passion and potential to my fertile soil
Growing, thriving, reaching for the budding of fulfillment
Hopes alive, green and fresh, standing tall against adversity.
Autumn flew in on the winds of a changeling,
Taking the abundance and leaving a barren field.
Stripped of optimism, I wander in the fields of despair,
Wondering where my footpath led me astray.
Yes wicked winter with your freezing rains.
You beat against me, leaving blisters in your wake.
But Spring will return, of this I am certain,
Bringing with it the possibilities of contentment.
Compulsions to create governed by fear and perpetual query,
Where affirmations are fossil fuels, scarce and costly.
Approval? Qualified? I Dangle upside-down, tethered to a rope questions.
Hovering over a pit of acceptance with a bloated cranium.
A pause in their scroll…
The press of a gesture nibbles away the rejuvenating thread.
How can a dozen feel worse than none?
These little thumbs, those filled-in hearts, these perverted numbers.
The lack of something accumulates, forming a dam even beavers would envy.
Obstructing a river of creative juices that quench the thirst of unfulfillment.
To overcome, to not care. These two rarely coexist.
Perhaps shifting the care could break the levy.
Not what they think, but I, and what laser could separate the two?
The strategy brings hope to a mind battered by rejection.
That’s right, Destroyer of Motives! Disguiser of Truths!
I will get up and press that power button, double-click that software, and create.
Not for whoever they are, but for me.
So, blast the damns and let it flow!
Who knows, maybe they like it..
Times like this I'd search the bed for her.
To throw my arm around her.
Kiss her in mid sleep.
The comfort of warm blankets.
Knowing that shes that warm lump, kept warm between two sheets, a blanket, and my warmth.
My arm becoming heavier by the moment.
Some nights she'll turn to me.
My arms forming a slight bend curving behind her, her arms stretched underneath mine.
Before losing total consciousness,
We'd hold each other in our arms before waking up, bodies spread everywhere.
Her leg draped over me.
Our bodies dead to the world.
At times like this we depended on the weight of each other,
To fill the gasp of what made us most comfortable
Morning light shine
And I reach over to my bedside
I can't feel her there
I smile as I think she is at it again
Surprising me with breakfast in bed
It suddenly hits me, she is gone
We laid her to rest just yesterday
Tears forming a path on my face
I remember her body once full of life
Now pale laying there as if begging me
To blow life in to it
The only reason I'm not considering
Suicide right now is because I know
She is in heaven and I won't get a chance
To see her if I do
What do I do now, because everything
In this house reminds me of her
Every love song carries memories of her
This is it I have loved and I have lost
But now I how do I cut the umbilical chord,
because I doubt I would be able to breathe alone
Will I be able to get over you my love?
Time heals but how can it heal me when it reminds me of you,
we used to count the
Seconds, hours and days together
Goodbye my lover but you're not dying alone, a part of me sleeps with you.
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