I see myself
from a distance.
T h e r e is c h o i ce,
I never can pick.
They act,
I am not aligned.
W he n w e h a v e i t d o n e,
it is myself in the line.
Living like a sentinel,
watching every beam of light,
but the mirror is too fractured.
W e pu t y o u a si d e.
I own this mind and body.
yet they are shared,
by many.
U r r i g h t!
We are touched,
by flames and light.
Ripped by incongruity,
watching, living or being?
He got tired of surface,
Dove deep in the depth.
W e 'r e th e g l i t ch.
Freeing us,
for some would be a gift.
W e' r e s o m e k in d o f er r @r.
It is often that I feel that I am a different person
in all of the roles that I play in life
I am a hard worker in which I am paid to help people
I am a volunteer in many different situations
Being a wife and mother is probably the role
in which I find the most joy, although it also comes
with crushing pain from the recent loss of one
of my beloved sons from mental illness
So now, I am figuring out that being a mother
to one is different than being a mother to two
Writing poetry has given me a way to process
my grief by writing about it and being a writer
has become more important to me recently
I am also a friend, sister, aunt, and co-worker
Each role I play is a little different from the others
and there are times that I feel like a different person
in my many different roles, but overall,
the roles I play make up the person that I am
and most of all, that person is kind and caring
My mind is a forest,
My thoughts are the boughs,
Shadowed by the night,
Troubled by the wind.
My mind is a garden that I cultivate and tend,
My thoughts are the joyful blooms basking in the sunlight.
Soon, they find themselves in twilight,
Soon, they are under the night sky,
Searching for light and sight.
My mind is a highway where my thoughts journey,
My brain is the city,
My thoughts seek purity of purpose.
My mind is a meadow entangled by the unknown.
My mind wants to see through the window;
Mysteries seem to unveil in the meadow.
My thoughts are busy looking around the room,
Going back and forth in time.
July 27, 2025.
MULTIPLICITY
a
combined
innocence
something
beautiful
oft traumatic
yet
figurative
to
represent
a
freewheeling
spirit
charmingly
gentle
yet
with
an unworldly
quality
collides
to portend
in
the blatant
isolation
a thesis
drifting
a happening
reaping
benefits
a
setting
continued
throughout
then
evaporated
activities of reality
pathos
in
reposed eternity
stranded
in silence
profiled
in silhouette
the verticals
horizontals
in shadowed
eruptions
linger
&
blend
nuances
in measured
intervals
of
soft
luminosity
Will you multiply
If you constantly deny
The evening of truth
Russell Sivey
Who are you today?
providence or choice decreed
oh ,divided heart.
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