Short Ragged Edges Poems
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my grief runs weeping
bearing tears of
broken glass
their ragged edges
cutting my eyes
salty drops of yeterday
tracing a jagged path
down the skin
of my soul.
***
Write me, tinker;
I’m falling apart.
Right me, thinker;
patch up this heart.
Stitch each seam
with thread eternal;
mend ragged edges,
remnants infernal.
Take what’s worthy,
make it shine.
Fairly, justly,
restore what's mine.
***
let’s go back a
hundred-thousand years
to these ragged edges
torn rains
raw greens
biting seas
to the first sunrise,
now understood.
tears of calm joy –
a return.
we find ourselves
in this,
a kinship;
our brother is
our keeper,
and we
its’ guardian,
walk the edges
and the smooths;
our planet,
Earth’s children
You are temporarily mine,
as you teach me to pull the trigger.
Isn't it funny
how you only touch me
when it's dangerous?
We don't kiss because we know
this is something that is only
powerful in it's brevity.
I pull back,
spread my legs
take a breath
gun ready -
there, you say,
there,
aiming towards
my heart,
what is left of it,
ragged edges and all.
Old sentries standing guard for centuries
Exposed rocky ledges staring outward
Like true natives with rugged determination,
Nature's hieroglyphics in emerald green
Reflect gold splintered sparkling gems
High above savage river's ragged edges,
Far below the sounds of rapids whooshing
Unaware the circling echo of eagle overhead.
written February 13, 2022
My Personal loneliness
To much of my personality to content with
The sum of me splattered across these pages
of life
With all its additions,subtractions,and divisions
Some days I'm laid bare
like an open wound
with ragged edges
from my mind
sifting through mental scars
I thought were healed from some time ago
Going through life constantly
changing the bandages
until this screaming pain
now becomes a dull ache
That I can live with
Water cascading off a mountain cliff
Plunging to the waiting ocean below
Eons of time eroding the ragged edges
A majestic waterfall to be admired by all.
Forever changing the shape of the land
Thinking, knowing it will never end
As long as we keep our earth intact
For the generations who follow us.
We are the caretakers of our place in time
As were the generations long before
Have you ever thought to thank them
For the gift they left behind?