A cornflower
lavish these
hearts of
gold in
fields will
enchant harvest
with sunshine
in a
row and
foothills dash
plains with
nervy glares
where whitewater
raft in
these rapids
that hallow
river bridge.

#spring   #easter   #rest   #weary   #bonnet  
Erin
Erin
Mar 19

Agony of memories shackled in soul
Loss of control

Cult raised isolation bred within youth
Eureka of truth

Abandoned by love own motherhood start
Burden of heart

Maternal disease and death's lengthy fight
Daytime to night

Caring in vain is like tightening rope
Grasping for hope

Sweet child now mortal illness attacked
Mind being racked

No support acquaintance or true friend
Alone till end

Questioning Deity in trial with doubt
Childish I pout

Weakness in battle spirit slowly died
Strength not inside

Broken wondering why His small pawn
Can't carry on

If only there were words
           to the unspoken verses
           when silence is the only sound

           More than only
           the nearly paralyzing torn,
           weary of searching endlessly
           for what cannot be found
           silence whispering poignantly
           drowning out the midnight rain,
          
           There is not sorrow
           in search of the lost
           unstrummed guitar chords
           Unwritten psalms
           forever left unsung;
           without amity,
           woe betides an unfinished,
           abandoned heart's song

           Only a heart lonely knows,
           there is no cacophomous darkness
           whispering of screaming silence
           by night and by day:
           "all things must steal away"  
           not to be thought of wanderings end
           as a  velvety-crimson rosebud
           shamelessly withers brown

           Swirling eddies stir
           a black swan of loneliness
           swimming within the flood
           of raven river waters'
           silently eclipsing
           its pitch black flow

           Muted pleas silent as pity
           blowin' in the fleeting windsong,
           speaking in beckoning salutations
           singing in sweetly beseeching tongues

           Like the hush of a pensive soul,
           once touched by another, moved
           like a bedrock marrowed mountain
           left stifled, stranded and wondering,
           feeling an awkward silence
           when the leaves come falling down

           There are no misbegotten promises
           cast lightly in the moonlight’s restless spell;
           there is no solacing stillness
when silence is the only sound...

Notes (optional) :
...Shhh



"When Silence is the Only Sound"
This title turns out being a fitting ending....
words in the wind ― blown away ― 3/15/2017

Dead of soul
And blank of eye
Aware of nothing
But the bit between my teeth
I plod another step towards tomorrow
When it is all to do again.

ljm

Some days I wonder just what it's all for, anyway.

Breathing in the hot drowsy wind
that then sits, stagnant, in the lungs
of the weary figure (mine own)
and exhaling long, the lazy summer air
as she waited (I sat for hours you know)
for the afternoon to decay
even though time itself seemed to be drugged
slumbering in the African heat.

#poetry   #girl   #time   #summer   #me   #heat   #weary   #afternoons  

Engines winding ever tighter whine with the overload
But I don't hear it
Because the demons are shouting in my ears
Urging me to go faster on my blistered feet
Towards what, I can't divine.
Red system warning lights flash in every panel
But the message in entangled in the glare
Of one too many sunrise after far too little rest.
                                           ljm

Stress is the glue that holds me together.
#tired   #weary   #crazed   #overworked  

My insides burn, turn and broil. I feel as if I could burst. I want to do everything. And yet nothing excites me. Im worn from a long day but try as I might sleep doesn't come. Worries of the world stir through my head. I ache, I hurt, I yearn to sleep yet she still doesnt come.
Hunger twists my stomach yet no food fits my mood or apatite. Colors are bright yet bring me no delight or interest. The night wears on and yet I am still not gone. Sleep is the cool water on a burn, the mute on a loud static. The pause, the peace. Sleep is the calm in a life of chaos. Why does she now evade me.
A yawn escapes my lips. Please come. End the pain and suffering of the day. Take it away so in the new day I can wake calm and prepared ( and a little grouchy). I've lost all ability to think and yet I still can't sleep. Another yawn, one step close to the rest, the goodbye to the colors and hello to the hollow darkness where thought carries its own weight and no longer weighs down my head.

#end   #sleep   #renewal   #waiting   #rest   #weary  
xerez bridglall
xerez bridglall
Dec 25, 2016

Long before the winds carried our metal wings across oceans,
They took feathered dreams to safety.
The oceans cradled generations in warm tides to family reunions,
Off coasts we have yet to discover.
Now it watches as our shores push them away in favor of high rises that bring us no closer to God or the heavens we hope to belong within.
Before the world existed to serve the greedy,
It gave in abundance.
We have made it weary,
Bending like a tired willow against the pressure of our gasping breath.

#humanity   #earth   #existence   #oceans   #winds   #weary  
Jennifer West
Jennifer West
Oct 10, 2016

Just have a little bit,
To get you through the night.
Just have a little bit,
To be able to see the light.

Your heart is weary,
And your head hurts,
But know in your soul,
That this isn't the worst.

Listen to the advice,
Try your best,
And know that,
Soon the universe will answer those prayers.

#love   #heart   #hope   #hurt   #hoping   #hurting   #prayers   #weary   #woe   #hoped  
Sally Tsoutas
Sally Tsoutas
Aug 27, 2016

Staked
to slate
by ache
and fatigue,
unmoved am i
not a breath
drawn nor exhaled
as the blistering sun
traverses
a merciless sky
like a snail.
I close my eyes
and feel the pulse
i've become,
baked, a beating
continuum.

I actually wrote this a long time ago one hot summer after work. Sometimes a state of absolute bone weariness can permeate one's whole being.
#meditation   #summer   #bones   #tired   #pulse   #fatigue   #weary  
 
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