205. She was my dreamer weave, roaming grace in my dreamland
Unbridled a mystic riddle, puzzling befuddling kind
Days are gone by to seek , to beseech, they were
A tide met the will, and we met as wills met beyond verses, unsay-able
To garnish the scar, borrowing Scarborough next to Tucson
Then they foretold they all, the roll the call, all became a clear water in assimilation
Unsung, they sang my song
Unlearned they preached my heart song, in near and far intertwining chime
An invaluable hymn alone, sings there in a croon, nursing clues in my gone a noon, nap time
Eternally the stanza is returning back to the first my soul sings to overcome skeptic a critic
Only you dwell there to hue the twilight clouds, discernible.
Categories:
unsay, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
A Morning Thought
From: Miracle Man
July 5, 2021
Neither time or proximity,
can heal a heart once broken.
Nor can one’s air of sublimity,
unsay those harsh words spoken.
Categories:
unsay, words,
Form: Rhyme
Anatomy of Grief
Sara Russell December 4th 2018 02:25
From the things we always wanted
to the things we always had
all those things we took for granted
only now seem not so bad
and the words we should have spoken
that were somehow never said
now are lying crushed and broken
ever silent in my head
You are silent now, and elsewhere
you are distant as the sky
while I am here and nowhere
watching memories drift by
and when time runs out of minutes
and the ship sinks at the helm
I would shed my earthly limits
just to see your other realm
There's a realm beyond dimensions
beyond gravity and air
that no map ever mentions
yet I know that you are there
You are drifting over hillsides
over palaces of cloud
while I subsist on the inside
never quite saying aloud
all the million billion chances
time allowed to slip away
meaningful, resentful glances
all the words we can't unsay
all the lost bones of contention
now go spinning into space
emptiness too dark to mention
that once, used to be your face.
Categories:
unsay, bereavement, death, little sister,
Form: Rhyme
My memories provide a time machine -
I shut my eyes, through time I quickly fly.
I'm taken back to when I was thirteen
to navigate the maze of Junior High.
I see a photograph and now I'm thirty;
a week or two since having our first child.
Still learning how to change him when he's dirty
then time zips by; now HE is thirty - wild!
I find myself wishing I could go back
to right some wrongs and unsay words I'd said.
Hug loved ones or seek wisdom that I lack;
to love my parents more on their deathbed.
But two things I would not change in my life:
My faith in God, or marrying my wife.
written 20 Aug 2020
Categories:
unsay, 7th grade, god, parents,
Form: Sonnet
If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how
Categories:
unsay, anxiety, character, christian, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
You text her things you would never say to her face.
You think it won’t hurt her.
So you keep going for weeks until she skips school.
You still harass her.
Her mom died from cancer the other day.
You keep bullying her.
You have a bunch of guys beat her up after school.
Her dad abuses her too.
The next day she is not at school.
She’s not there for weeks.
Finally your teacher tells the whole class she took her life.
You cry……You’re hurt but it’s your fault.
You can’t unsay and undo all of what happened.
You can’t take back those words, shes gone.
How many people have to die for everyone to understand words hurt.
Categories:
unsay, bullying, depression,
Form: I do not know?
Words we should not have written
Words we should not have said
Which have taken place in history
Remain locked inside our heads
Times balm it may soothe them
As we inter them within our soul
But we are not santioned to forget them
As they rupture from their hold
If only we could turn back the hours
We would rewrite them, unsay them true
Do anything not to have uttered
Or penned the offending truth
They can destroy love and friendship
These hapless, shapely signs
They show so much of our thoughtless selves
These words we should have left behind
But their meanings are our legacy
Which our hearts must strive to hide
As we endeavour to live each day
We show the world a salve, a smile.
Categories:
unsay, life,
Form: Quatrain
The things you say in anger, can never be withdrawn,
Like a stone thrown over water, once it leaves your hand it’s gone;
Even though you want to take it back, as soon as it’s been said,
Those harsh words hang between you, until both of you are dead;
Try to leave those words unspoken, it’s always better that way,
Cause not matter how hard you try, there are things you can’t unsay;
It can break your heart in two, if you say what you don’t mean,
Cause even though you try to fix it, those words stay hidden there, unseen;
And they will come back to haunt you, someday they will appear,
Brought up in casual conversation, in a month or in a year;
And the sinking feeling that hits you, is no more than you deserve,
Because you had to say those stupid words, just to strike a nerve;
Now this warning that I give to you, is more valuable than gold,
Cause at the end of the day it’s not worth, the pain and torment you uphold;
Don’t say hurtful things in anger, just to prove that you are right,
Cause those little things between you, are what keep you up at night.
Categories:
unsay, hope, husband, life, lost
Form: Couplet