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When the twilight embraces us, so does the Light
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When I was a young child, I would lay on the green
Grass and gaze up to the cloudy dim sky.
Captive to the evening twilight.
Sun rim sank and embraced
The boundless horizons breast and moonlight's magics
Reserved silence and cool sweet-scented air.
It's peaceful brief shelter; lashed nightmares dissolved there.
Reflecting on the past days weaved fabrics
Weight as the evening had unlaced
And drew to a closed night.
Those moments my heart would quiver glorious high
As the opalescence clouds veiled the scene.
Time for bed, my bed beside the window I'd glean
The heavens and smile or couldn't help, but cry.
Famished for warmth, I'd wish the sight
Would stay, so much it graced.
The darkness would wake the night with magical tricks
As shadows danced, I'd say The Lord's Prayer.
1/2/2021
A Little Memory
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It feels muted.
Like a bubbling ache, miming the mince of my patronising murk.
The peevish petulance of my prejudice prompts an abandoned frugality so thinned to a destined demise.
Unlaced.
Untied.
Undone.
A portal so honed to the residual refine of my extinction.
The sterling silver glints off the ashen sheds of my abandoned flesh; she looks like a platter.
Each serving an amortisation to the segments of my pestilent seethe.
Every atom of her making nurtures a barbaric famine to the fester of her feud.
Each larceny a sacrificial suckle for the prosperity of her condemn.
I feel my ruins spewing in a sovereign decay of a cataclysm so heinous in its destruction.
So sinister in its devaluation.
So predatory in its death.
It feels muted; all my days blending one.
All my days blending into the countdown to my censure.
My day of reckoning.
Saint Govan’s Chapel
They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff
Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint
A hermit had lived in a fissure hewn into rocks by the tides and corrosion
The Chapel had been a later addition to weather storms for silent prayer
Souls stuck on survive they had arrived at the abyss to halt their demise
Hearts on surrender they threw caution to the wind for one final shout
‘Maybe the dolphins will offer a ride or the seagulls will take us higher’
Into clouds of salvation where their minds had failed to deliver release
He picked wild flowers and arranged a crown on her sunken head
Yellow Poppies for Peace and Wild Garlic to fend off their demons
Caressed the breeze in her hair embraced her Puffin tattoo and
Sank into her bell feathered arms seduced by kindness and hope
Raindrops fell like pearlescent seashells from a rainbow while rosaries’
Ocean spray tickled their weather worn skins and covered their sadness
Wind brushed away urchins of cobwebs and urged them to proceed
Sun rays reflected the moon as they enlightened their shadows’ horizon
Stripped to the core and essence they unlaced gloom and their burdens
Stepped forward in time and let nature answer echoes of happiness
Before they knew it stark naked bodies mingled under moons’ canopy
As they spooned their fortunes together and went deep inside joy
They felt younger by the minute and recalled the ancient wisdom that
A healthy body resides in a sound mind and rekindled passion and life
Soon they would not hear the sound of waves but felt the earth move
To rhymes rhythm and metre holier than holy and discarded insanity
Tongues licked the salt of the earth kissed cradled abandoned restraint
And tied a union made in heaven transported into ravines of rapture
The gods blushed a bit but looked kindly onto the feast of delight
No one demanded that life must be prudish when beauty unveils
06th June 2019
Author Dana Redricks
October 17, 2023
In the depths of solitude, I often ponder, am I worthy of love, or destined to wander? Rejected and wounded, never truly embraced, lost in a sea of tears, consumed by fears unlaced.
Do any souls comprehend this ache within me? The longing to be loved, accepted, set free? Yearning for solace, for a gentle touch, to erase the scars of rejection, to heal so much.
In the realm of darkness, my heart does weep, but within this pain, a secret I keep. For there lies a spark, a flicker of light, a belief that someday, things will be set right.
I seek understanding, a compassionate ear, someone to hold me close, to draw near. To see beyond the surface, into my soul, embracing my flaws, making me whole.
Oh, to be loved, cherished, without condition, to banish this feeling of constant inhibition. For in love's sweet embrace, I yearn to dwell, to rise above this ocean, where loneliness fell.
So, I'll search and I'll hope, and I'll never cease, for a love that will grant my weary heart peace. And until that day comes, I'll hold on tight, believing that love shall conquer the darkest night.
I brushed the fabric black fields
of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
flashed lightning and unveiled
the universe speaking in one voice
With numbing relief I softly run
my fingers cross the firmament
feeling moments ripple in tune
with the song ringing in my bones
I sing with agony and pain
my only voice, I breathe in
bubbles of pure white light
but gasp with a tongue of hope
conversing in unspoken history
I can now carelessly stroll
cutting a swath through sheer will,
across memories rhymed to repeat
I softly tread filling my spirit
with the elation of joy and love
In memory ...
I look back at my footprints
wondering at the million moments
that will vanish on my last sigh
magnetic I gravitate to eternity
And now hands cross my face
as a second counted milli’s,
final gasps are heard in sleep
moaning in tune with the ache
Underneath tomorrow lays forever
trilling for my return to the fold
and collecting stars in my basket
I make stardust as your eyes stroll
My darlings,
You cannot follow
where I have to go
I love you into forever
it will always be so
With the standing greys
my spirit will shortly fly to rest
to see the face of the most holy
I will rest on a white doves breast
I am tired, so tired, I unravel undone
tumbling on forwards
paper fibrils flutter
I've now felt rapture in release,
I am numb and broken in body
falling forever into the night
my eyes are always blurred
as the dawn mourns its sight
reaching out of the dark of the vale
I will find my place in God’s Grace
under relief an earthquake will shake
I already miss your gorgeous face
with a last sigh I am unlaced ...
Beyond reach in her child's world as she plays
Lost in her magic land of flower friends
Could I but capture the remaining days
Before fleeting childhood too quickly ends.
Those days of marshmallow clouds, velvet skies,
and best friends forever, magical blends.
I'd keep her young but she is much too wise.
Nor can I relive those days that have flown
Each day her growth is in a new-found guise
Reaching toward the future, free and unknown,
unlaced as flowers growing in the wild
those precious moments before she is grown.
Life doesn't wait for an uncaptured smile.
Moments, like bubbles, fade as they beguile.
December 21, 2022
Terza Rima
for Beyond Reach poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
SECOND PLACE!
Rapacious Itch
It felt things coming,
The undeniable bottom feeder reality,
Where thought had no credulity,
Where irrational emoting ruled,
Void of mind’s prep,
Blind of light’s revealing purpose.
Such remained
This well-rehearsed and produced
Pulp life infestation.
It remembered…
Once many clambered to the marble steps,
Where dreams born of teachings
Promised delivery of reward.
But today…
All that is found
Is perpetuation of schoolyard practices,
Where bullying,
Mocking,
And “my dick is bigger than your dick” war-cries
Intimidate life’s playground with slippery slopes.
Down 5th Avenue,
Up Park Avenue,
The viral contaminants parlay their wears,
A far more contagious disease than Ebola.
And it knows…
Unlike a possible cure for a biological virus,
This consumerism equation seems without solution,
Given little of non-material worth remains
Visible on the species’ blackboard mess.
Today’s squirming parade of absence
Is dominated by the pounding of urban-warrior chests,
Of Armani jackets atop unlaced “made-to-look-raunchy” boots,
Ken Doll fantasies courting the strut of Barbie Doll dreams
Clicking attention with stiletto heels
Beneath ripped shorter than short-short insecurity.
On it spreads,
Past the Wall Street reviewing stands,
Where unlike the fickle nature of society’s infection,
Market makers understand a fever’s ups and downs,
Vulnerability’s capricious norm endorsing today’s
Debauchery fashion to Trump-taste,
Loudness to drown out worthy music,
Shock to shatter the true awe of discovery,
And the drowning of excellence
As it continues its desperate clinging,
All while mediocrity’s narcissistic sell-off
Creates another closing-bell windfall.
The pestilence holds firm its lock on discernment’s immune system,
Mutating daily into a mind-shrinking captivity,
A synaptic virulence rapidly rendering this once simple discomfort
Into an insatiable itch that will never realize its pursuit of “Ah!”.
- - The way we were
in poetic form, underlined and understood,
unlaced and then,
exposed –
Like chapters taken from the vertebral column
reality now realizes the connection
I am curious
how the glossary of you can still remain:
untouched,
unexplained
. . The illustration being plain . .
Who knows
your definition
when,
Incomprehensible is the selection
_______
Pull me in
again,
to the way we were
The electricity between you and me,
is Magnetic
an uncontrollable sensation,
Quite Mysterious
________
You wonder:
While I am bare and unaware
Will tracing space, aligning lace back in its place,
. . the vocabulary of me . .
Somehow
bind,
your section
to mine
To the way we were,
in poetic form
Together - -
We are underlined and understood,
unlaced and
exposed –
Reality now realizes the connection
_________________
~ Just a little scribble ~
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
Surrounded by a rusty sapphire sanctuary
with acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Gold-sparkly afterglows can be sumptuary.
built an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With acidic pollens and nervous neon wisps
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
built by an array of dark and wicked tale tips.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Where platinum wings are tightly encased,
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
With ash, in the dawn of solace, unlaced.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
I wake anxious, wailing rain, loving the flute.
That dampened the beauteous bronze glow.
Melding dark poem of doom into wool toot.
Redolent, posh lyrics have hidden flaws.
Written: January 27, 2023
Treason Reasons
Concreted cracks, abandoned train tracks,
unaffordable housing built like shacks.
Unplanted seeds gardens of weed,
never having enough to satisfy the greed.
Unseen view, is the sky blue?
Goodwill bought unlaced white shoe.
The frontyard seat on ol' bucket street,
cool air doesn't help that kind of heat.
Battles kill, unordinary run of the mill,
another happy mailman undelivered bill.
Where is our morality? What is our deal?
living here in the now is such a reality kill...
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02/24/16