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Lisa Parfiniuk Poem
Hard to breathe. Suffocating.
...Please.
The water envelopes my body,
Deceptively soft, velvety against my thrashing limbs,
Eyes glaze at the rims,
...You’re hurting me,
Attempting to fight, trying to flee. All in vain.
Your strength belittles mine own. Slaughtering the confidence
I would need to escape.
“Shhh…sleep now.” Smooth cadence,
With hints of guttural malice…deceivingly seductive,
All thoughts and intentions purely destructive,
Falling.
Failing.
My lungs ache.
“Just breathe…”
There it was again. Misleading.
I want to listen. I need to trust him. Enthralled.
I’m afraid…I fear the fall…I’m falling.
My body gives, lungs inhale, the water invades my corpse,
His grip softens, I’m still conscious.
“Still mine.”
Rescued by death. I sense him still, falsely triumphant.
I’m reaching.
He cradles my body, caressing deadened flesh,
Still warm with history, the remnants of life.
...I’m leaving you.
He understands. Fingers trace over bruised lips,
This was the only way. But it tears and rips
Savagely at his sanity.
...Just Breathe.
I console him. Ease the pain.
The truth damages.
I was already gone.
Copyright © Lisa Parfiniuk | Year Posted 2006
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Lisa Parfiniuk Poem
The whispering cadence of a gentle breeze,
Over tawny mountains and twin peaks,
A plunging cleft opening to a sweet ravine,
Uncultivated landscapes of sensuous dreams,
There is a cosmic pause in time
At one climactic moment,
Where the sun meets the moon,
During their deliberate ascent and decline.
A lover’s knot is formed,
An abstract shadow undefined,
Embracing each eclipsing moment,
Reverent of primal forces that bind.
The tender stroke of temperate hands,
Over the pure and quaking earth,
This place deserving of clandestine worship,
A lover’s adulation finds rebirth.
Copyright © Lisa Parfiniuk | Year Posted 2006
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Lisa Parfiniuk Poem
Of the earth,
Mahogany hue,
Simple plan,
Swathed
In morning dew.
Unadorned husk,
Natural beauty dwells,
Radiant spells,
As encroaching dusk,
Dawn’s a new day,
Appendages beat their first,
Luster and splendor burst
And true colors
Ascend.
Copyright © Lisa Parfiniuk | Year Posted 2005
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Lisa Parfiniuk Poem
Shadows creep, stalk and hound,
Each nook and cranny darkness bound,
A barrage of glacial, remorseless hue,
Intangible loathe to the morning sun’s skew.
A god of warmth and of light,
Ascending slowly to oppress and fight,
The shadows that enslaved and bound,
Defenseless creatures finally found.
Alas the eternal struggle persists,
Not by tangible weapons and fists,
Victory could not be stolen or won,
This cycle could never be undone.
For in each corner in the morn,
Ravenous shadows lay in wait,
Droves of darkness finally born,
As the sun sets and pursues its fate.
Copyright © Lisa Parfiniuk | Year Posted 2006
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