Nothing stands in crops of air,
A silent whisper, an empty stare.
No words to say, no breath to hold,
No tale to tell, no truth be told.
In no dark, in no light,
It doesn't wrong, it doesn't right.
No path to walk, no self to face,
Just drifting thought in a blank space.
No voice, no sound, no silent hush,
No thorny rose, no snowy slush.
It wears no name, it holds no form,
No calm, no chaos, peace, or storm.
Yet here it sits, this hollow thing,
Not song, not cry, not anything.
A space between the pulse and breath
Not life, nor sleep, not even death.
So here’s to Nothing,
A simple stride
A silent sea of meaningless tide.
A canvas blank, a dream unspun,
Where all begins, and all’s undone.
Jewels rolled down your shirt—
for a moment, your shoulder turned to rain.
We lifted our eyes to that infinite blue
and just as swiftly, twilight fell again:
another star kindled beyond the sky’s edge.
I’d fold a thousand cranes for you,
or chase a million scattered stars.
What fate is this, where light refuses to dim?
Where debts of love lie quietly unpaid?
I see it now—our severed threads unspun,
yet feel thee near; we were never that far.
My tears have blurred the Milky Way.
Still—one day,
we’ll trace each other’s shadow back.
Though this life falls grain by grain,
the wheel turns gently, again and again.
From that first point where our hearts once spun—
may love, unspoken, return
before it’s named.
The Albatross grants us its vue
The lamp is bright
to mature your soul
The nonsense makes me numb
The Mermaids of the Canals cry
their demise
They play their best web, swim
Make your plans
tell everyone you've got to lose
to unspun the gilded gauge
amongst a riverway of lies
The Albatross between
the stretch of canals
The Mariner tales his tales
Trains making with their inroads
disputing the canals
The Mermaids also constant
as the tides
lose their right
and death falls the land
the Trains took your kingdom
To torch the earth
and see a rivers reed dissolve
Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or a poem not quilled
I am overwhelmed with fear; somberly weeping
beneath my rowan tree. In dour thoughts, I dwell
Wisps of silver moonlight cross the sky, sweeping,
signaling hope in darkness, as if it were a death knell
In my den, I feel protected; sanctuary of safe-keeping
My troubled eyes are in search of benevolence anew
For faith and courage instead of such dismal dread
How I long to take flight, trading grey skies for blue
to locate a paradise where happiness can be spread
sharing a drink of wassail; fruited ale of sweet brew
I shall swiftly soar among shining stars at great height
Fluttering my wings on journeyed path of poetic volition
Never again to be lost and alone on any mawkish night
No shadows holding me in their melancholy perdition
for I've learned how to ignite flames of lambent light
Last night
I was able
to outgrow myself …
again
for the very
first time
Life was unspun
in the moment
relayed
where tomorrow
and yesterday
rhyme
Competing with
the future
the sky
and the moon
my wandering
complete
Turning my
destiny
inside out
my nature
expanding
—replete
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Without
your heart
open
emotion unspun
Without
the right feeling
the words
lie unsung
Without
the right words
the
verse to abate
The reader
in Limbo
awaiting
—his fate
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Autumn is the fall from life
Winter is the death of life
Spring the resurrection
Summer is the life
In the auburn autumn there can be not
Denial.
Of passionate reactions
If it were not for the love of lust
What would become of us
Who could exist
What does influence our
Zest for life
What inflames our best of life
How will we be in the rest of life
In the auburn autumn there can be
No race for life left Unrun
No lace in life left unspun
No place no craze no pace
No phase left to live
Auburn autumn has begun
I sit and watch you everyday
From a bookshelf where I will stay
Not quite like new, patched with a swatch
You everyday, I sit and watch
You used to hold me so much more
When I was softer, not yet tore
I'll wait right here for you to see
So much more, you used to hold me
Once a loved one, now a keepsake
Loyal love does a true friend make
I hope no more yarns come unspun
Now a keepsake, once a loved one
I'm always here to watch you grow
If you need me, in high or low
Don't forget me, I'm always near
To watch you grow, im always here
(Swap quatrain)
So calm
my mom
my nose
a rose
I shed
blood red
nose bleed
I plead
cryin’
dyin’
instead
she said
you picked
he kicked
you’ll live
just give
the horse
his course
a fall
is all
don’t come
unspun
what’s done
is done
tale spun
my son
The daisies laughed as the day unspun.
A faerie frog dance encouraged the grass.
Tulips stretched to see the merriment.
Flute music was heard, musician unseen.
Grasshoppers and butterflies appeared out of the sky.
Spring time in the meadow encouraged by Mother Nature.
A tapestry lay in an ancient sun,
Basking neath a ventrous day yet unspun,
Colorful hues of ocher and saffron,
Draws aqueous fumes that moist production,
Every eye, blossom, unhatched egg, greet, opens,
Fortuitous bounty spreads emotions,
Gathered, skins, feathers, and scales, 'bout all strewn,
Harken a flightless prayerful dove a tune,
Invocates breaths to cite a liturgy,
Jolts loose a cloak of boundless energy,
Kingpin meanders its righteous release,
Lifts a poised sky veiled like an altar piece,
Mirrored echoes o'er a restless domain,
Naked beings wild, nay wear traps of vain,
Oaths show side-by-side, generating warmths,
Pleasant touch between life, light and air, calms,
Qat leaves pools a creeks hold, stirs brew a tea,
Raven espies to hover, pecks a spree,
Symmetry fulfills in a baseless realm,
Tenacious wanton rhapsody days' whelm,
Universe descendants be a joint trust,
Vast spectered spectrums spirals to adjust,
Webbed stars a new sky, quietude abound,
Xenon fades into a nulled swarty crowned,
Yielding yawns, surrenders lids to be froze,
Zzz's orchestrates descents towards a lulled doze.
Date: 06/01/2019
Mildred fled when Joe asked her if she
would let him see 'below' for a fee.
As she shot to a run
though, thread caught and unspun...
So instead, Joe got showed it for free!
Where Are You
I stand upon a precipice
Where once a battle raged
Between just two... the rest of us
Still searches...unassuaged...
So many questions torment me
(I should or should not done)
A constant torch of agony
Forbears a love unspun...
Still nothing fills this empty space
Where promises once were
You vanished! Gone! Without a trace!
In echoes...now you stir...
Faint silhouettes lost in the dark...
Hope's murmurings decried...
This longing bleeds without a mark
Or traces...since you died.
2.1.2017©deborah burch
Quatrain
...so as the universe expands
I’m left at its existence end
Uncertain of my place in it
To keep aspiring in spite...
Appeasing it in a father figure
The sun - the lit end of a cigar
Feeling like an abandoned child
I let my imagination go wild...
I write with powerful imagery
Something like atomic energy
Self-assurance that my life does matter
Hoping that someday it’ll read my letters
I’m wondering where and when it all begun
When or if it’ll all ever get unspun
So with pen and paper I give it a face
In the silence of the vacuum of space
08-13-2015
For Contest:
John lawless's DON'T FIGHT IT.....WRITE IT!!
Spanish bells to break the sun
a million diamonds come unspun
spiral plumes to yearning earth
holding it's mouth agape
Albeniz in fingerprints
plucking strings in quick descent
brings to mind the toreador
to Dali hallucinate
Catch the sun drops in your hand
with the rhythm in demand
We are chords to strike and sing
a melody delicious
Feel the swell and taste the air
filled with Spanish savoire fare
Dance under the diamond rain
gaping mouth in heaven.
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