Re-post - Hello Poetry

Oct 2017

beth fwoah dream

love poem….”where love is… a poet’s dream of a rose”

gentle bird of the wilderness,
summer shore of rust
and gold,

the sky with her swift clouds of mist,
her blue-greys,
and her stormy wings,
beyond beautiful.

with all the strength of my
heart, i open the stormy
door of your love,
i cry and cry to find you,

a rough wind that blows with
your storm, aches and
gives way,

your ghosts the quietest
of stars.

#loving #you

Oct 2017

r

Terrible blue sky

I found an old homesite
in the woods,
next to a church, or at least
what looked
like the remains of one

Rocks overgrown with weeds
and vines, a doorway
leading nowhere
in either direction, and

I think
I thought
I was maybe Christ

I think there were birds taking flight
from my open hands

The laughter of children
buried like bones
beneath
the terrible blue sky.

Oct 2017

S Olson

Face.

loneliness sits like an island of cold feet;
loneliness stirs like a maelstrom
of hot knives;
when I am touched
either gently,
or forcefully,
all of my ‘heart’
flees the blanket of intimacy.

It is much easier
being alone.
It gets much harder
most every day;

but today
a stranger
with a face like an alabaster rose
walked past me, smiling coyly,

and I wept,

unraveled

to be ravaged,
to be loved.

Oct 2017

SøułSurvivør

The Tears of a Rose

~~<@>~~

The tears of a rose
Will soak and stain
They're from her heart
They're stored up rain

They come from heaven
To flow down thorns
They sing in screams
From her lips torn

They can be acid
To burn the bloom
They can be crystal
Reflecting moons

The rose will open
In dead of night
The tears from petals
Refract the light

They cascade down
Drop from the leaves
For her soul
She sits and grieves

For her soul
The drops fall down
They feed her roots
Under the ground

They bring her back
The legend goes
There's healing in

Tears of a rose

SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/3/2017

I was talking to a friend this evening. Praying with her. She just endured a tremendous life setback. Said she couldn't stop crying. This metaphor came to my mind. This poem is for my dear friend. It is my sincerest hope that it brings healing.

I'm really sorry i haven't been reading. I have excellent reasons, of which some of you are aware. I just don't want you to think that I don't care. I do. I just have a lot on my plate. Thanks for understanding.

♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡

#rose #heart #grief #life #poetry #love #tears #sad

Oct 2017

L B

Ocean Through an Opened Window

The ocean through an opened window
Frontier between all that's known
of here
and sleep
riding out the waves as they come

A gull cries in passing

Waves sating themselves
in the womb of the earth
kissing the neck of Bride's Brook
Her seaweed streaming hair
in wind of tides
The moon's pull to release
coaxing spent and tender moans--

the farthest reach of sighs

Actually, this was from a place where I stayed on Cape Cod, MA.

Oct 2017

L B

There Comes the Day

There comes the day
when the leaves plummet
at the slightest breeze
giving up of their own accord

bleeding victory of the trees
who lumber on
in winter's eyes--

I now can see
where the robins built a nest
in last year's spring

Sep 2017

girl diffused

Saudade

I'm lying to myself.

I'm not in love with this one at all.
There's no passion in this house.
There's no standing ovation in this auditorium.
Groggily, I
Forcefully awaken myself
Spoon sugar into my mouth until I choke
I attempt to read to no avail
Words just dance right out of my head
Words just die like autumn leaves on my lips

And I'm lying to this one.
I don't find him beautiful.
He doesn't deserve this austerity.
Issuing out of my lungs—all blue and black smoke
There's no passion in this house
No, because even the wooden floorboards
Creak with something deeper than melancholy

Words are irrefutable
Words are nonrefundable
I do not love him but I love the one before him
Wandering, I go listless,
Traveling through each room in the house
Vestigial ghost that I am
Inundated with sadness
Choking on it like the dark pit of a spoiled fruit
I can't get the words out of my mouth

The scalpel or pair of scissors I would apply to my skin
They're the words on this page
Words I pull out of the plywood and drywall
Rotting like the deadened
Husk of a lone tree in a silenced forest
Love doesn't reside in this auditorium
It died somewhere when he hugged me goodbye
It died somewhere when he never came back
And I realized that I couldn't find him over a cup of tepid coffee
In the books that I struggled to read
In the man that I desperately tried to bury him inside.

#heartbreak #love #unrequited #relationship