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the forest I love is letting go
of winter
and the lake has flooded
and trees seem to be
growing out of water
oh, I find it hauntingly lovely
everything is stark and still
in hues of brown and faded green
at first glance decaying
but the dripping branches are waking
in a beautiful melancholy and hushed
landscape
and ducks float here and there
where they should not be floating
and nature is in transition
oh, soon ... so soon
as the drum of time rolls and rolls
the forest will be lush
and green and full of new life
again
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April 04, 2022
Poetry/Free Verse/Spring Landscape
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1445-577-04
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice
sponsor, Brian Strand, NA, Judged 04/07/2022
There’s a fire that needs no flame,
A silent spark that calls your name,
A glance that lingers, hearts that race,
Two souls drawn closer into space.
The world grows quiet, time stands still,
As anticipation bends the will.
A whispered word, a trembling sigh,
A thousand feelings passing by.
It’s in the warmth of being near,
The kind of closeness that makes everything disappear.
No words are needed, none are planned,
Just the electricity of a gentle hand.
Passion isn't merely heat or desire,
It’s two hearts feeding the same fire.
It’s trust, connection, and letting go,
A language only two can know.
And then the heart gives way completely—
No walls remain, no distance between me.
For one breathtaking moment, nothing matters
But knowing you are here, and I am seen.
The noise of the world falls far away,
And every guarded feeling finds its place.
What began as a spark becomes something true—
A profound, trembling certainty of you.
And when the moment fades away,
Its echo lingers into day—
Not merely as a memory of the night,
But as a feeling that still carries light.
By Shawn Muñoz
Life is a flow…
A constant flux…
Relationships…
Are sometimes full of Sun,
And
Sometimes covered with Snow.
They sleep and wake as the Seasons do,
And a Thousand Times, we say ‘YES!’ and ‘SURE!’
And a Thousand Times, we say ‘NO!’
And our Absolutes and Bottom Lines
Define Us,
More than we know,
For wanting what we want, is not a Sin,
No more than NOT wanting what we DO NOT want, is…
And… ALWAYS!
The mix is different
And people come
And people go,
And… relationships…
Sleep, and wake, and drowse,
And sometimes we stretch the rubber band of Closeness and Expectations too far
And it loses its elasticity!
But usually,
We stretch-and-contract, stretch-and-contract,
Say ‘NO!’ to this, and ‘YES!’ to that…
And it’s all good!
O! Heart! Do not be troubled!
O! Soul! Be not afraid!
For everyone is doing the best that they can,
And sometimes, people die.
(One day, we’ll ALL be gone
And there is not a thing
We can do about it)
And Hope lies in Flexibility,
In not really expecting anything from anybody,
But being Grateful,
For whatever IS,
And whatever comes…
And the world is filled
With Gifts and Surprises,
If we only accept what IS,
And stop wanting, expecting, and needing Life
To always be other than it is!
O! And THEN, there is LOVE!
And THAT is MYSTERY!
The flame of awareness is held by God,
which we cognise when fickle mind is still,
that ego vaporised, frigid heart thawed,
dove of love perches on soul’s window sill.
There is in truth nothing we need to do,
save remaining poised in the vibrant void,
mindfully sensing throb of bliss renew,
revealing our pristine Self unalloyed.
Thoughts are the blockage and once we know this,
feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking,
we are bestowed by Divine Mother kiss,
shifting us to awareness unblinking.
The difficulty is in letting go ~
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow
***
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow,
which reworded means we cease to exist,
save as a love mist reflecting God’s glow,
melding with vast space, ceasing to resist.
Now since we do not wish to disappear,
we continue flirtation with desire,
dwelling in darkness and harbouring fear,
remaining thus in bondage till we tire.
On realising there’s nothing out there,
we finally stop struggling and striving,
turning inward and becoming aware,
of lower mind and ego conniving.
For God it is enough, that we seek Him ~
It matters not if sight of soul is dim
***
It matters not if sight of soul is dim,
provided our heart is childlike and pure,
by day and night singing for God a hymn,
weeding away lust, making soul demure.
What happens then is this, suffused with bliss,
all nodes within form dance in unison;
the serpent rises, with a benign hiss
and we reclaim light of the central sun.
Our transmutation thus as living light,
is done when we choose with God to entwine,
whereupon we’re graced with spherical sight
and with His law of love gently align.
Beholding soul’s light within, we are awed ~
The flame of awareness is held by God
the sky resonates
with what’s written in the silk of stars,
in pulse-burned pensiveness,
penned in poignancy,
personifying pain
with yellow-gold dust,
where lament liquefies and softens
into an ethereal lake,
chronicling it with surging blue sparks ~
an evening elixir, enveloped
in confetti cravings…
this l o v e knows not
the ingredients of
ephemeral effervescence,
as the thriving tip of twilight
manifests the magic of want,
whilst I tremble,
engrossed in the thought
of moon-flame touch,
brimming,
brewing,
breathing
across cups of catharsis,
concocted with caffeinated calmness ~
aligning the inner innocence
still longing in loneliness,
amidst seated strangers
lost in their own appetizing lyrics,
clothed in cold cobalt colors,
unaware of the emptiness
they feed their mindless muse
from superficial spoons
filled with smoke and silence ~
like scattered illusions,
illustrated with surreal ink…
what if I hold onto forever fallacies
hiding within?
would I be promised
a peaceful plate of patience
beneath ineffable iridescence ~
for I’ve feverishly struggled
to rephrase the verdicts behind
faces phasing in the haze of life,
sipping sorrow
as if it were mocha ~
balmy, bittersweet,
burning in sync with my
Swarovski crescent crooning
lullabies to diamonds dancing
in infinite nebulae,
carrying secrets the table holds,
served in sincere oblivion…
and I am still learning and healing
the soul’s breaking lines,
to leave lovelorn reveries
without losing the light of lucidity,
letting go of their narrow narrative
of me and my ache ~
of us and our heat,
as even the routined routes
could not erase what’s
handwritten in a heart made heavy…
so wait not for the
rise of supernova sanguinity ~
I am not the warmth of woven woes.
I am a charismatic chameleon,
~ c o m p l e x ~ cautious ~
catching comet-notes,
camouflaged in melancholic versions
of humankind,
hiding vulnerability
within firm flares of vivid vibrations…
O beloved night,
on this terrace, I devour, not alone,
but evermore lonely,
i m m e r s e d
in the forlorn frequency
of stellar fire…
I don't want to hear your name.
In my heart you'll always remain but will never be the same.
You've done came and gone from where you belong.
Forever seems so long.
Distance is so wrong.
You left a wound that was so real to feel yet hard to heal.
To open your heart I ask of you what was the big deal.
I'll never forget all those nights how I almost ran out of breath from crying.
To keep from dying I was trying.
Your untruthful words that gave me hope l'm no longer buying and will begin living in hiding behind walls that are widening.
So please, if you ever see me, if we ever end up in the same place again, don't speak don't seek.
Just know my feelings still run deep in my heart i will keep and weep.
Forget that we ever knew each other.
You're just another that left me alone with wonder.
I'm just someone you used to know left sitting alone in the park in the dark and never wanted to show.
I am trying to find the words to say,
The ones that dismantle feelings of dismay,
The ones that cut chords from youthless graves,
The ones your prophets said would save,
I am trying to get the courage to finally stand,
Still, and firm with might in my hands,
But the more I try the more I fail,
Surrendering is the only way to begin this tale,
Light overwhelms my darkest days,
As joy floods all bareness, I begin to sing your praise,
For the "I" in me is what needs to be set free,
You’re the one in control of my destiny,
Only selfless cries will bring about this change,
The wilderness is where all the brokenness,
Is rearranged.
I am trying to find the time to express,
All the anxiety’s that tug me into depressed,
I am trying to convey emotions from the heart,
Praying that when you hear them you won’t rip me apart,
For my whole life I’ve lived amongst sinking ships,
That it’s become second nature to constantly slip,
But I reach out my hand to the sunset this night,
And you greet me with words that allow my spirit to ignite,
Light overwhelms my darkest days,
As joy floods all bareness, I begin to sing your praise,
For the "I" in me is what needs to be set free,
You’re the one in control of my destiny,
Only selfless cries will bring about this change,
The wilderness is where all the brokenness,
Is rearranged.
So I’m slowing down and letting go,
Allowing the river to simply flow,
Slowing down, so all will see
That Gods mighty hand is the one saving me.
By: Sabina Nicole
6/10/12
Written in the key of C
She prayed like an innocent, ready for training,
Prepared to obey his command,
Committing her soul, and all that she was,
To all that he would demand,
And he embraced his potent beautiful might,
As he held out the black leather belt,
Slowly, eloquently, wrapping her throat,
Constricting her while she still knelt,
With her eyes tightly shut, her hands by her side,
Her hair put up in a plait,
She was bound to the side of the dark wooden room,
In this powerful dominant act,
And she loved every second of her subservient night,
She loved being told what to do,
She loved letting go of all self-control,
Of living a night of taboo.
If I Could
Kevin Davis 2026
If I could open any door and see what waits behind,
Would I find sorrow, hatred, and humankind unkind?
How do they wound each other—through vile and sharpened words,
Or hidden hate that lingers softly, seldom ever heard?
Would they raise deadly weapons, or strike with fists in rage,
And let their anger burn unchecked from age to bitter age?
Do they force their beliefs as truth, denying those who disagree,
And turn their lies to borrowed facts so others cannot see?
Yet perhaps behind some quiet doors a gentler light remains,
Where mercy walks through wounded hearts and softens old deep pains.
Where hands once closed in anger learn the strength of letting go,
And kindness, like a patient seed, begins again to grow.
For every door that hides the dark may also hold the chance
That someone chooses love at last instead of fear’s harsh dance.
And if I open one myself, I hope that what I find
Is truth that heals, a listening heart, and grace for humankind.
There he sits, in second grade
With his Mama not letting go
She hovers with intense intent
Trying to show, she knows how to grow
He finally gets out on his own
And makes choices she'd never make
Running rage like a chess game
In everything manipulation takes
She's old like worn wood
He's fragile, yet stands like a loyal son
She's sorry for not doing better
His movement makes her aware of everything she's done
No clear choice has ever been made
Agency has never been fully in tact
The infection claimed the connection
Dead skin keeps them attached to lack
For generations the cycle has run
Patterns etched on cave walls for proof
We lived, we died, nothing to tell
Just a record of connection gone aloof
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-26-2026