Short Abeyant Poems

abeyant psychopaths won’t wait ~ she played hard to get he took the bait...

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Biting my tongue
the words choke inside me

Moments digested
—unable to rise

(Deamsleep: June, 2022)...

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Pulling the curtains
down on today
Shutting the windows 
doors locked from the street
Putting the cat out
trouble abeyant
My house becomes quiet
—the past is asleep

(Dreamsleep: Ocotber, 2023)...

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We both reach
for a camera,
but forget
as the moment takes wing.

Tangerine buds bloom
into a sherbet fountain.
An orange and black dartle
of downy sunshine.

Hearts abeyant,
our perception hangs
from each ribbon of light....

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Is the self 
“a mere bundle
of perceptions”

If Hume’s right,
are the rest of us 
wrong 

When stimuli exits, 
do we then 
disappear

Existence abeyant,  
too weak 
—to live on

(Villanova University Library: April, 2021)...

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My girlfriend has a girlfriend
as pigeons flee the roost
Pronouns crying God knows what
knots are coming loose

I was my girlfriend’s boyfriend
when lines unblurred defined
My love abeyant, Limbo’s child
—left here misaligned  

(Villanova University: June, 2022)...

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Love fades away
life goes on
Music divorcing 
 words to a song

Into the darkness
into the night
Melody orphaned
absent the light

Love fades away
time stands still
Harmonies vagrant
 memories chill

Voices celestial
echo alone
Love once abeyant
—life is disowned

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 
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I seek the lull--
To feel the tranquility of the night
The hush of birds in calm respite
The quiet compose of ancient trees
The muted hymn on dulcet breeze
On quiescent ridge of nocturne quest
Find soothing balm on angel’s breath.
Abeyant mind, free of hurt or qualm
Opens to Christ when faith is strong
Fearfully reached to touch a lightning rod
But found instead, the hand of God....

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What Does It All Mean
Written: by Tom Wright
3/24/03

If life were a game and not a journey,
would diversion toward both be same?
If at ending awaited still, death's gurney,
and cretinous rules, that made the game.

Would scrutiny reveal an abeyant tear,
because flow of game so quickly ended.
Or should concern be placed in the fear,
of second best, in hell, being suspended.
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Listen to poem:

Languid waves lapping the shore, syrupy 
Lulling winds in hiatus, abeyant
Water clinging, sad to let go, sticky
Silence piercing, unnerving the gulls to mute, tranquillity
The wetness lingers on, soaking in, clammy
Water colors seemingly apt for painting such a scene, self portrait
Prevailing wind, the conductor, hushes the onshore ensemble, quietude.
Calmness is a welcome interlude from rage and bluster, quelled
It's just, for a day or so...

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You can’t burn out
if not on fire
You can’t be hurt
without desire
You can’t be found
if never lost
You’ll never melt
without a frost
Your memory void
without a thought
You’re never freed
if never caught
You’ll never plant
without a seed
You need the words
to have a creed
The past depends
on present spent
The pawn shop thrives
on items lent
The morning lost
without the night
The truth abeyant
—wrong or right

(The New Room: July, 2022)...

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Death of a Brother
Written: by Tom Wright
March 2015

His sun slipped below the horizon,
Leaving naught but an achromatic sky,

As thoughts submerged in time before, 
Once abeyant, now dance;

The voice of one since passed,
Drums my ears like Sage Hens at sunset;

While I press to remember cheerier times,
Of days replete with laughter,
My thoughts continue, draped in regret.

Attention being ever focused,
On where we were, not where he is.
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