The Smallest Life
The smallest life
A life no less
A beating heart and will to live
The smallest voice
Can not call out
Cannot be heard above the crowd
The smallest hand
A final plea
A longing for simplicity
The smallest pain
A pain no less
A feeling of unwelcomeness
The smallest heart
A heart stood still
Falls silent in the evening chill
The smallest love
A love unwon
Now floats toward the setting sun
Categories:
unwon, angst, birth, child, dark,
Form: Bio
Church always sides
with canons and might,
preaching of dawn
while blessing the night
Holiness shines
among diamonds and gold,
the battle unwon
—till redemption is sold
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Categories:
unwon, god,
Form: Rhyme
I look upon the angry ice
and men that prowl its form
to stab and poke in rich delight
a chance to ride the storm
With blades on fire and sticks held high
they weave and crash as one
in search of that elusive net
—still guarded and unwon
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Categories:
unwon, war,
Form: Rhyme
Open Fields
We are but paper planes to birdie wings
songs left unsung
battles left unwon
I am but a fly on the wall watching with objectivity my words may get misconstrued
But they stand in truth
I hold onto the threads of my youth
And those unraveling ,
Ripped to shreds
An empty vessel
Wrinkling with wear
Windows mirror souls
At the door
The terror of night
The greed of spite
So I carry on
As an apple of the earth
Oh how we’ve grown
In open fields, wildflowers bloom and weeds take root
A rare breed of monstrosity
In the very thread of our being
I’ve awoken to the glee of canicules
Sprinklers sprinkling summer fun
Young lad run tracing droplets of summer sun
Marckincia Jean
Free Verse
10/11/2021
Categories:
unwon, age, betrayal, bird, butterfly,
Form: Free verse
We seem separate, sadly so
Culture's children of East and West
A horrid hole lurks humankind
Traipse through time to stand up straight
History's tears tell the true tale
Finding freedom from irksome isms
Inner inklings shine to the stars
Will wise hearts always pay the price
Wrought with woe, wars waged unwon
Face race, our original sin
Seeking healthcare for everyone
Reset concepts for world order
Find ways to treat our foes as friends
Cross grand gorges, greet the other
Categories:
unwon, children, culture, friend, history,
Form: Free verse
The Pelican of the Endure
I sat down to rest on the longest day on a shallow shore
Pressed, the wind my face
I counted the waves that lapped the minutes away
Till the grinding tide consumed the day, shadow ate the sun
Woe unto the shadow fair
A crimson horizon hangs on the edge of sight
As bright bits of an imaginative dream
Cascade behind a veil of still purple madness.
Lost now, am I in dream
From out that still shroud breaks a ship called the Endure
Upon the deck, grey old pelican sleeps
As the captains wheel spins, unmanned and unwon
Yet that bird is but the best of me
In the yellow beneath its bill holds the morrow morn
In his gullet holds the fish of life
Feeding deep on the sea he sleeps
Say old Endure your bow does rise
Your bell to chime as the midnight fades
Taste the wave that in your travel bathe
But disturb not your sail or your sleeping son
For the best of birds still needs his rest
Now on the deck in sheltered dream
For time decides the day to fly
A ship of empty boards when he does leave
Categories:
unwon, beach, bird, boat, dream,
Form: Prose
So very innocent, genteel, serene
A preschool teacher with a fiery heart…
And free of petty words or gestures mean,
A racehorse, all impatient for the start.
She won hearts yet unwon, with brilliant smile
And moved the most rough-hewn to gentleness.
Fought fiercely for the Child, and all the while
Held sacred every pain I did confess.
She let her broken bits be meld together,
Attained a certain Oneness, oft in prayer.
Forgave all heaviness, as ‘twere a feather,
And of hearts, kindly counted mine as rare.
Still, now, the twin fires of our loving sing,
And make the quiet spheres of cosmos ring.
4/4/2019
Categories:
unwon, angel, appreciation, character, love,
Form: Sonnet
There seemed to be
a hint of shadow
Lurking behind her smile…
A certain tightness, to her touch
A Mona Lisa aura…
a mood of melancholia
As if there were some fear in her
Of betraying a bit too much
It seemed to be a sign to me
That her heart remained unwon
A tacit nod, that I was not
To be her chosen one
So, no longer will I wear
My heart upon my sleeve
Nor will I spare a single tear
When I take my final leave
For broken hearts
are meant to mend
It’s parts become
as one again
For there will always be another love
Another smile so sunny
Balm to heal the wounded heart
With lips as sweet as honey
Categories:
unwon, heartbreak, inspirational, life, loss,
Form: Ode
and in a sleepless silent fog
memories burnt out in faded sun
ossified bones shape quaker guns
the past a needle of deeds undone
dusk another skirmish yet unwon
and fogbound in silent sleep
hypnagogic gagged and bound
susurrous floating low and 'round
inducing visions, throaty sound
form the stranger, kundalini found
and silent in a foggy sleep
drop the level, slip the drum
slackened grip, faintly succumb
a final twist with nasal hum
shadows cling like spirit gum
and now asleep in fog and silence
quelling heart and stifled brume
nestled deep in cotton's tender womb
dawn burning off chimeric gloom
hearts in morning burst abloom.
Categories:
unwon, dream, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
My father is a Christmas tree-
My mom, a silver ball.
I'm merely a portrait
Hanging on the wall.
But, my eyes see clearly
Father standing tall and strong
Holding fragile Mother dearly,
Whispering, "It won't be long
Until we see our brave son
Who died tragically that day
In a war unwon
By his beloved USA."
by Cherie Durbin
written for Miranda Lambert's "World of War:Vietnam" contest
Categories:
unwon, war
Form: Rhyme