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Marie Kavanaugh Poem
Ruby rose red velvet petals all around
Liquid scarlet from top and down
Tunnel wrapped all entwined
Life is fed through the Vine
Going further pulling down
Past lacy whispers the fringe on the edge of a gown
Cold winds on my head
Feet still brushing the velvet bed.
Streaming light smoke by my still closed eyes
First touch a sting first sound a scream
The vine of life is cut for me
Welcome to the garden of life
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Comfort Zone unknown
Stealing our comfort disguised as bliss
Will make you do what you thought you missed
So once again repeat the act then label it
A truth or fact
The truth it can be for a time but then you run to the end of the line
A fact is born from way beyond
It too will snap before very long
Confusion blossoms as you can't decide
To open the door or stay inside
The wandering of a lost soul has for now a very tight hold
Black as night white as snow just follow it where it as it goes
Skim the top and leave the rest
You can decide what comes next
In the light clouds will flow and on the path you will stroll
Rocks catch the foot and heel collide it doesn't matter the path is wide
Spinning now like a top the sounds your hearing as you drop
Liquid spilling all around your heart was beating as you touch the ground
Stealing our comfort
Disguised as bliss
Will make you do what you thought you missed
So once again repeat the act now not remembering if it is truth or fact
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Invisible Child
It’s missing it’s missing its forever gone from me
A thief came when I could not fully see
And I was so small it was so easy to take
I made a wish and blew out the candles on the cake
It’s gone it’s gone for oh so long
It’s a scar to far so deep too strong
And it was so easy to take some more
I played in the yard it came in through the door.
Get in Get in some fun for you
I can look and do as others do
But I don’t know what is really right or wrong
Screaming or yelling are both a song
I painted my face and again I was gone
He is here he is here beside me
I wonder what he really sees
His heart of love he tries to give
I wonder now how long I will live
A child a child came through me
I will protect and he will not be
Splintered and fractured by the thief
I will tell the secret they made me keep
So long so long where have all gone?
I awoke again and was so aware
What the thief had taken
Because there is no one near
I stood in the mirror and just stared
I see I see I see me
I hear I hear I hear me
I know I know how it should have been
But no one cared to see me way back then
I made a wish and blew out the candles again
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The End Of Dreams
This is the end, the end of dreams
No more waiting to sail into the blue, renew
I was in motion in the land of sleep, to keep
The dream of tomorrow is empty
A dried out leaf
Falling into the abyss of vines
The roads no longer open
Stay on your own side
Hear the crashing, it’s not the sea
See the fracture of hostility
The dream is over
The veil covers the view
Distortion echoes from me and you
The dream is over, we will claw the sky
Erase the glow of life to survive
In a dream that’s over the paper flies
Count and chase paper till the end of times
The dreamer has awakened to the endless fight
The dreamer can’t escape the eternal night
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Don’t Blame Me 7-18-2017
I might be the cause of that cry in the night
I might be the cause of the regret you fight
To let yourself remember what you lived
To let yourself remember what you did not give
Enough to know
Know time slipped by
The chances lost, floated up to the sky
I might be the reason you know Good Bye
I might be the reason that you deny
Or can’t remember who loves who or why
Cant get it back, payment is due
Remember me with that vow
You’ve taken more than one by now
But the young times are tied to be
And in the night won’t set you free
I might be the cause of the cry in the night
I might be the cause when birds take flight
Move through the sky like a dark cloud in day light
Let yourself remember the crowd you knew
Before you became me and I became you
I might be the mirror covered by the sheet
I might be the reason you cry in your sleep
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Hello Stranger
I miss truly wrinkle free
The promise that the glass gave me
A genie of all games I win
Reflecting light I have wings
Darkening lenses I now still see
I miss truly wrinkle free
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Unknown Known
I know I am being watched
I know it’s following me
The dark thing that walks with me
It’s just around the corner
It’s hiding in the light
And it grows strong when it becomes the night
I can hear it breathing
Gasping and it groans
Rustling about me
It never leaves me alone
This thing floats through me
And my thinking get absorbed
Into an abyss of confusion
And paranoidal songs
The lullaby is ancient
Who is singing that song
It sounds so familiar
I know I must be wrong
There it goes before me
It turns the corner first
I run as fast as I can
And try to catch this ancient curse
What is this madness
Doesn’t it ever have to rest
I am so tired of all of this
I feel I lost my best
I hear the unspoken words
They repeat and repeat
Like the banging of a drum
This discords plays
And never misses a beat
My days are filled with questions
The nights will always loom
And then the singing thing
Will come back to my room
I do not want this roommate
This partner of my mind
I do not want this company
With me all the time
I haunt myself
The ghost must be me
And I have as of yet
Been unable to flee
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Who R You
To know a friend to know a fiend
There is only the R in between
One behaves in love so it seems
The other wants to kill your dreams
Again I say to know a friend is to know a fiend.
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Fluters Music
It was just getting dark when I thought I heard
The growling sound of the dark fluter
It’s not the music of familiar days
But the sound of night
That comes in waves
The fingers against the window glass
And many other fingers up and down the flute of nights flash
I closed my eyes and covered my ears
But the sound keeps drawing me so near
The dark fluter beckons to me
And in all my many comforting years
The sight and sound is what I have feared
It’s ragged it floats and grins and gloats
And all the time the melody becomes clear
Its time, I must follow the dark fluter to the end of tears.
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Majestic Majesty
I am the writer on the great stage
No wreaths are thrown to me
But all you see and hear are mine
I am majestic majesty
I am the rocks and stone in the ground
Many wreaths are laid by me
I catch the tears so you won't drown
I am majestic majesty
I saw the new and the old
I heard the songs of the sage
And memorized the sunrise and going down
I am majestic majesty
I laid beside you in your youth
Tasting all the banquets feast
And brought forth the new fruit
I am majestic majesty
The honey was never so sweet
As when stolen from the hive
Through the buzzing of the world
I am majestic majesty
So remember me now
I am the dirt beneath your feet
I am with you for all time
I am majestic majesty
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