Virginia Eden

Virginia Eden Mar 2020

How out of tune I am,
like a guitar that has gone so long unplayed
that the strings have lost their tautness
and begun to sing
in discordant, bellied wails.

Virginia Eden Feb 2020

Daydreaming

Yesterday
I fell asleep in math class
And had a daydream about a cake
Topped with white frosting
And maraschino cherries.

Virginia Eden Feb 2020

Our Lady of the Holy Death

Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte sonríe
Su dientes se hacen de oro
Y sus labios de rubíes
Lleva un collar de espinas y abalorios de madera
Y una corona de huesos agrietados y los rayos del sol
Ella es una fantasma
creada por el miedo y, posiblemente, la lujuria
de los hombres
Finge que no oye los aullidos de humanidad
Ha saboreado las estrellas
Y piensa que son como sal y azúcar
Los otros dioses comen y miran,
pero no dicen nada.

Virginia Eden Feb 2020

A Boat Made of Soda-Lime Glass

Let me sail away on a boat
made of soda-lime glass
Let me float out to the middle of the ocean
as a messenger in a bottle
Let me lie there
cradled in the crook of the tumultuous sea
pressing my face against the curve of the glass
watching for the glint of neon fish
and great ocean leviathans
And, when I grow bored,
let the glass of my boat fracture and shatter
and sink
to the very bottom
so that the ocean can swallow its messenger
And in a thousand years, let all of my glass pieces
wash up on the golden sands
of some forgotten shore,
smoothed and beautiful.

#ocean #sea #beach #glass #bottle #boat #beauty

Virginia Eden Nov 2019

Poets

What we call magic
is merely the set of tools left over
from the spiraling eddies of Creation
and picked up by Poets.
Poets, who can transmute the dross and tedium of life
into the gold of enduring art,
who can sing the sky into existence
and the stars to sleep
whose words are eventually eaten up by ravenous Time
and spit out like sour grapes onto the ground,
left to rot.
Poets, who will write
until the only ones left to read
are languishing gods
and unraveling stardust.

#poets #poetry #gods #stardust #time #creation #magic #universe #life

Virginia Eden Oct 2019

In the Cradle of Twilight

I do not remember days
Only nights without stars
And fragile paper moons.

Virginia Eden May 2019

We, The Swallows

We are but lowly swallows
pulling together the corners of the universe
so that other lovers might be together,
if just for a single, stranded night
of reckless abandon.

A poem on feeling like the leftover piece in someone else's romance novel

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