Marshal Gebbie

May 5

Agnes de Lods

A chaos of multiple languages
overloads my system,
and the blackout hits hard.

An hour is still an hour,
or is it transforming into something else?
In French, they say l’heure, so sensual
Italian ore speak in tasty sounds.

But what if I want to choose
Spanish tres horas?
I miss the Polish godzina so much
moving my mother tongue's rhythm.

I need more space in my brain
My head is so heavy,
My heart enjoys moments like
a child on a playground

Making my language smoothie
I feel chromatic delirium.
Spinning through a galaxy into a black hole.
I should have listened to my mother
telling me, Agnes, do one thing!

#chaos #linguisticsponge

Marshal Gebbie May 5

Whispers in Beijing

Nobody dares in old Beijing—
the reeking air hides thunder.
A silent fang in motion strikes,
All consequence asunder.

Thought leans toward a slanted truth;
contention pays the fee.
For somewhere, someone whispers low—
Blank walls report the plea.

Everything is monitored,
each whisper, breath, or tread.
To thread an injudicious thought
could mean you'll end up dead.

Distance offers no relief—
pull not the dragon’s tail.
For agents ride on silken wings
to read your foreign mail.

And yet, the jasmine still unfurls,
the ink still stains the page.
A rebel hides behind a smile—
a poet, disengaged.

Paper lanterns flicker low,
Silent courtyards sing
Red banners herald portends
That dreaded whispers bring.

Distant looms the Emperor
In the dynasty of jade
Where impulse slays the endgame
Of all the endgames, played.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

May 4

Garima

you and me but never us

you and me we'd never work
sounds silly but you kiss too soft
you carry an umbrella for "just incase"
I love nothing more than to dance in the rain
you settle for just enough
while I want to feel too much

I am a broken vase you see
a vase that would  pour regardless how much you fill
we'd build a house where no story lies
we'd see each other but with no sparkle in  eyes
its  not love you feel
and one day you too will see
you'd kiss me but just with your lips
but I want a kiss with a wrecked whole heart
my love we are world's apart
and in our case opposites don't attract

you would be you
and I would be me
but we would never be us
that's why  we'd never work
so lets say the goodbye before it hurts

May 2

James Ignotus

Static

The ceiling peels in slow spirals,
not from neglect,
but from how long I’ve stared at it,
counting the flake’s hesitation before it drops.
The clock ticks without punctuation,
dragging each second like a dull knife
across something soft I used to need.

My limbs forget they’re mine
unless I remind them,
a muscle twitches,
a shoulder reconsiders its weight.
Even my name feels unstitched,
like a coat I keep meaning to throw away
but wear because it still remembers my shape.

Outside, birds call to each other
like they’ve never been tired,
like morning isn’t a decision.
Inside, I steep in low-level static,
a hum no one else hears,
thick as wool,
soft as resignation.

#tired

May 2

The Wilted Witch

The Honey In My Hive

With sunlight sparse, and the world dark
You shine golden and gorgeous. My spirit ascends.
The glittering glow of your brilliance touches me gently, and the long darkness ends.

When bitterness overwhelms me
I lose hope, reference, reverence, and appetite.
You are the sweetness in my mouth that dances on the tongue and makes it all right.

While there is no nourishment for body or soul,
You are the honey that fills my hive.
You see me through the long cold winter.
You sustain my vitality.
You keep me alive.

In my experience it is a rare thing to find someone who loves you for who you really are, and not for who they imagine or want you to be. Not for what you can bring to their life, or how you make them look, but for your individual nature and existence.
My husband is the only person I have ever known who I believe loves me that way, and I love him the same way right back.
When I’m at my lowest I can remind myself that I won’t stay there, because he is here with me.