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Michelle Beck Poem
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow - must this always be my fate?
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, never destined to meet my mate.
The solitude of the magpies existence,
Weighs heavy on my heart.
I salute the magpie - a recognition of its sorrow,
Parallel to my own as the magpie departs.
One for sorrow, one for sorrow,
One for sorrow, the magpies eye catches mine
"Good morning Mr magpie how's your wife?"
A mutual bond is all that's known.
Suddenly a flash of black and White fills my sight,
Another magpie, the magpie is his wife,
Happiness fills the empty void,
Didn't you know magpies mate for life?
Copyright © Michelle Beck | Year Posted 2011
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Michelle Beck Poem
I felt the butterflies kiss the
emptiness of my womb.
I knew you were there before I
knew.
The pride in your fathers eyes.
As inside me you grew.
The stretching straining as my
muscles turned, twisted and
then torn.
Never did I once complain.
The love ingrained in my smile,
constantly worn.
Four days I laboured.
Euphoric, exhausted and
hallucinogenic in state.
Your father never left my side.
The operation - silence lasted a
lifetime.
As we waited to hear your fate.
They cut, they pulled, we
waited.
An apprehensive tear down my
cheek did roll.
The fear was palpable.
Your cry, like a siren my heart
it consoled.
My body bears the scars.
My mind, my heart and soul
In your gratitude will forever
be.
The greatest gift - you brought
my son to me.
Copyright © Michelle Beck | Year Posted 2014
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Michelle Beck Poem
Rape-seed inhaled with every
inward breath,
Gold dust radiates telling of
springtime’s untimely death,
Branches twist in the suns
silhouette,
Perfectly framed in the blazing
nectarine sunset.
A pastoral turquoise and teal
cloak
Disturbed as foals escapade,
racing for the shore.
Radiant sea diamonds
encrusted in their eyes.
Eventually disintegrating into
the sand to be no more.
The razor blade edges,
caressed by the ebb of the
ocean.
Gods watchers dance in the
amethyst night.
Ships glide the tepid waters of
summer
- guided by a beaming ray of
light.
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Michelle Beck Poem
The soil, moist yet infertile - baron.
As the click of the season is heard,
The seed of forgiveness lays,
Unperturbed.
Glorious rays of golden magnitude,
Against the sky's vast charcoal sphere,
The terror was imagined,
Nothing but fear.
Furious, flowing breath,
Enters the seed, exasperating life.
The hatred vanishes, removed,
As is the knife.
The sees blossoms,
In new growth,
Maturity and courage surrounds the seed,
Forgiveness is felt, by both.
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Words slice the core of my heart,
Catch my breath.
Breathless.
The pit of my stomach screams with anguish.
Teeth clench so hard, they shake in revulsion.
A sudden heat wave of nausea,
Sweeps the periphery.
Weak and weaker the knees collapse beneath the burden.
The hairs erect, their bitter scorn tears through my skin.
A shudder shakes through the entirety.
The mouth is dry; the Tongue curls, longing for reassurance,
Swallow, hard but still no morsel of satisfaction to be had.
Fierce desperate nails embed themselves into the palms,
Only to be juxtaposed against the senseless stream of sweat
Drenching it's surface.
Eyelids cascade with a deep sigh of knowing,
Knowing all to well this feeling of betrayal,
Betrayal the body recognises and smiles as it's friend.
The burning power of knowledge, in drolet form,
Falls from the mirrors of the soul.
Skull swells with flashing images,
Words and symbols,
Eyes gorge wide.
A shiver meanders at haste down the spine,
As the complexion stagnates grey.
The truth be known, too little and too late.
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A dark whispering fear clogs
my mind like an old Victorian
chimney, unswept for decades.
An over anxious lump sticks to
my throat like the mucus of a
thousands deadly plagues.
Insomniac mist settles on my
eyelids only to be disturbed by
the halluigenic patterns of the
wallpaper dancing in 3D before
my eyes.
The pit of my stomach like an
endless well.
Hot irons impending their
flames with every twist of my
sleepless night.
My instinctual nature alive,
alert and awakened - my
civilised mind screams for
sleep.
The shadows pull my eyes into
a satanic blank stare.
My reflection is only
recognisable by habit.
The clock - tick tocks.
Dawn breaks.
Only to begin again.
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Strained eyes are lost, smouldering ash.
Transparent silver glazed skin.
Limbs as rigid as bone.
Voices speak to me, voices of sin.
Iced breath rises like steam.
A deathly grip, locking flesh tight.
A wildfire alights my chest.
This insomnia’s lustful whim is with night.
Thoughts recycled, not nearly new.
Lost in the labyrinths of time.
The prism of light disperses,
But I am still colour-blind.
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Silence so turbulent it echo's with every bang on the drum,
A faint deep sigh of the sea,
every once in a while is heard,
The deep cloak of night is worn,
Still the raven waits,
waits patiently to hear her call.
The horizon stands grounded,
concrete.
Adjacent to her dreams.
Her eyes widen and pierce the nights thickness.
The deepest, sincerest sapphire.
Her intent, her generosity is blazing
For all the night to see.
The chains that bound the raven,
so suffocating,
Stifle the beauties soul,
The clasp breaks, her wings expand,
she takes to flight.
The moon shadows the silhouette,
glistening charcoal.
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The lids of my heavy eyes flutter to widen,
The velvet of night caresses my skin.
My bones creek like ancient monuments,
My nerves are shattered by that incessant din.
As my mind rouses to sustenance,
The sharp spray of ice is absorbed by my face.
A faint glow of golden orange in the landscape appears,
The crisp smell of the season change in all it's autumnal grace.
Discontent and annoyance fades,
like the sun of summers gone by.
I step out into this glorious colour pallet, embrace the taste, the smell,
as the chill of the wind steals a tear from my eye.
Copyright © Michelle Beck | Year Posted 2011
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