Dealing With Storms
The lightning outside is
Far away and harmless
Like fireworks in the night
I safely watch from home
And chuckle with delight
The lightning outside is
Moving ever closer
I sense malignance now
Lurking behind thunder
Sweat breaks upon my brow
The lightning outside is
Inside my city’s walls
Flashes bright and blinding
No longer firecrackers
It’s jarring and grinding
The lightning outside is
Just outside my front porch
Challenging to ignore
It rocks my foundation
So, I opened the door
Categories:
malignance, anxiety, mental health, pain,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
the sounds of the night desert me
my mind seized by ill-fates once more
as ripples dispatched by the ferry
lick down this plutonian shore
dark deeds in my lifetime like flotsam
sailing passed in the after-light gloom
arrested in moments so shattered
and birthed from my cutting room womb
memories I locked in dark corners
the ones that break silence at night
festering fears held for too many years
malignance I can’t overwrite
but the ferryman points one gnarled finger
at me, then the scenes floating by
his empty black eyes hold mine for a while
then he turns with a near soundless sigh
he claimed no coin for their passage
each fare paid in full long before
remnants returning to whom they came from
and I draw in night’s sweet air once more
Categories:
malignance, anxiety, death, fear, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Quote me Rumi
Lost in realm of darkness,
as my raw hurts bled lavishly,
Stripped off all the poultice,
I hanged onto for my last breath,
As lashes on the subtle soul
barefaced his malignance,
Little did I know of mends
until the divine light showed in,
With utmost caress on the wounds,
Kindling the whole of me aglow !!
Written Dec 3rd, 2015
For contest by Silent one
Inspired by Quote- The wound is the place where the light enters you.
Awarded 3rd place win
Categories:
malignance, hurt, light,
Form: Verse
Devices geared to destroy
Forces vent on malignance
Had your life like a toy
In a grip-like-vice
A head on collision
Almost snapped my pillar
The son I am broke down
To learn that speed’s a killer
And still you stand
A tall living monument
Graceful, beautiful and proud
Perseverance your true testament
2014 wasn’t your year
2015 so much will be achievable
The Mother, you are
Remains for always unbreakable
Dedicated to Maggie Ngoma
My Mother
“To learn to walk again,
After breaking both your legs
To go through so much pain,
And come out stronger...”
Categories:
malignance, dedication, inspirational, mother, pain,
Form: Rhyme
A surgical scissor cuts
To heal a man out of sorts
The surgeon operates the malignance
To remove the cancer of belligerence
Categories:
malignance, anger, life,
Form: Rhyme