D - Hello Poetry

D 6d

Masonry

Stubborn steeled reserve
Grit stone and colder than an ice storm
It’s taken all these fine lines
To curve you into shapes
Tracing fingers along the surface of a smooth face

You keep with your attrition
Battle me for eons
Trample our traditions
But I’ll keep my hands hewing at your ramparts
Until I can see your soul flowing like a river
And who would dare tear your heart from me
If you had the axe, my love, would you hew into me?

Stubborn, but you’re folding
Like a bad hand at the table.
I’ll wager myself for your honor
If you could bluff me with your silence,
Knowing inside there’s a violence
Magma rising to the surface,
And cursing through your words shipped
Erupting from your tempest temper

Is that hard to see?
That these carpenter hands
Bend to the curve of your structure
To make art of your luster,
A statue maker worshipping Athena
Now hew like a great oak
Let me fall away,
Tell me that I’m nothing
When you’re weeping in a steadfast free-fall.

BLT's Word of the Day Challenge 4/4
Webster's word of the day: Hew
Meaning(s): 1
: to cut with blows of a heavy cutting instrument
roughly hewn logs
2
: to cut down by blows of an ax
hew a tree
3
: to give form or shape to with or as if with heavy cutting blows
hewed their farms from the wilderness

#challenge #wordofday #websters #shape #love #spiritual #manipulative #toxic

6d

Steve Page

Garlic Bread

If there is a God, he whispered 'garlic bread' to Peter Kay
and 'Yellow' into the ear of a younger Coldplay.
He gave Picasso a brand new angle
and told Isosceles the deep secrets of the triangle.
He opened the eyes of a struggling Van Gogh
and calmed Will Tell Jnr. in the face of his father's levelled bow.
God's whisper and touch are as present now as ever,
just heed the prompts of our ever-present creator.

With thanks to Russell Howard for that first Peter Kay thought.

#inspirations

6d

amrutha

Untitled

i light the oil lamp
flame tongue flickers

D 6d

Burning

Like dead game
Come out and rend me
Pluck my wings like I’m descending
And wash me like a blessing

Salt the wounds so-
I can atone for
Sins that I keep on casting
Braise me in holy oils
Anointed by the grace of sirens
Singing me to deeper waters
Drown me in my sorrow
And repeat again.

I thought the demons would drown out
If I swallowed the light
I thought if I sat by the fires
I could see you in a flicker
But I’m resting on embers
Burning til the bones flake
And I can disappear to find you again.

Inspired by listening to the new sleep token song ‘Caramel* and looking through an old journal

#spiritual #sadness #depression #hurt #death #metaphoric

D 7d

Is it Because I'm Bi?

This shell wasn’t meant to open,
Not when the tepid world could never
See the beauty within the calm of lilac,
The serene scent of stargazers,
Or symmetric patterns of hydrangeas

Invisible, walking among
Miserable, unable to remain strong
Malleable to conformist reform,
Toe the line - chanting “one of us!”

Lies told in mirrors
While the mirrors reflect truth,
Yearning for you to see beauty in -
Vivid viola, Cherry blossoms, or blue forget-me-nots.
Longing for you to see me.

And when I took the chance,
Hatched from this husk,
Let the real explore like a settler
Claiming myself one among an adoptive tribe
I knew the doors to your imaginary kingdom would close,

Now, I’m just one of those
No longer worthy of accolade,
Not receiving past praise
Of blazed trails of those I’ve laid
Endowment blessed,
Heart is an open hotel to rest your head
Vacated and yellow taped
Murdered because I dared to show you

Beauty in nightshade, pink rose, and iris
Neon pink, UV purple, and Cold cathode blue
My compass was never broken; it always rang true
It’s just led me through detours to journey here

And I must ask,
Blunt as I could make it.
Until you're unable to turn away
And left to face this,

Truly,
Dearly,

Is it because I’m Bi?

Well, is it?

#lgbtq #sad #acceptance #life #love #bisexuality #bi

7d

Meg Thompson

Untitled

the floor was wet, and slippery.
beautiful shades of brown, and as the floor started to shake,
it fell through,
to an abyss, or so I thought.
As I float through space, looking around me covered in stars,
a doorway opens, and I fall through.
I start to scream, and I start to yell as
branches start to scratch me and there I fell.
Lost, and alone
I look around me.
"I hear crickets." I say, confused and on guard.
But it's quiet, and it's peaceful.
I walk and I hear leaves crunch under me, the oranges and the yellows.
Another door appears, an arm reaching through this space.
"You finally made it! You're here!"
I grab his hand and walk through.