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Laokos Sep 3
Ecstatic in the sea breeze,
a magnanimous moment of
interloper pride ******* the day.
Uncoil—my heart, my chin,
my unglamorous abstinence
enforced by fear.
This is no lapse, but fury
and fortitude forging me
in the crucible of love.
Yet again I am up against it—
the stage of floating eyes and
overcooked feelings pawing
at my attention like
squids in a pool.
Ink and jelly in a room temperature soup
swirling and sloshing under
the authority of a rented room.
By gods, this time I’ll make it work—
plant leaves and blunderbusses
leaning against teal paint,
the sun really is on a fishhook.
Stand apart from me then and
judge the waters for what they are—
a storm too small to surface
in a sky too big to swallow.
I’m sweating in it
and the alarm clock is going off.
bleet
   bleet
      bleet

Too deep to turn back.
Too tired to go on.
This is where the end begins,
in the middle of it
with no ground at all.
Bekah Halle Apr 12
It is finished!

Now, at the end, over the vista of anxiousness, I can sense relief!

I can sense more peace and that everything will fall into place.

I may still experience bouts of grief,
But they won’t consume my face.

As I focus on yonder, I can sense this time was yet brief,
And as I hold things more lightly, I can revel in the vast wonder of space and My Maker’s trace.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I gave up chocolate this year and wrote a poem in the “Lent Collection” daily. Did I succeed in the chocolate fast?! I did lapse occasionally when lacking in attention and intention, but I then used that sensation as a cause for reflection  - can't that be success then too? Enjoy!
Bansi Adroja Oct 2021
It was just a momentary blip
when I saw you for who you are

A lapse in my better judgement
to have listened to you
and heard the words you said
instead of editing it all in my head

So we look like a movie

So we look like we’re in love
Max Neumann Sep 2020
the joker hid the river's whispering
under a blanket of girls, imprint faces
in a forgotten manner, joker smiled

a joker can put on a thief's smile
iceblue talk, straight from the dead
in a time lapse, joker dealt the cards

underworld creatures were filling the bar
they bowlering, deeply engaged in themselves
in a time lapse, goons ordered whisky

hollerings of massive gold bracelets
a crow, a rack or a bible, choose
in a forgotten manner, they did business
Maria Etre May 2020
The hands of time
took care
from one minute to the next
till they left it in an hour
and moved on without it.

Time, then, broke.
AE Jan 2019
Somewhere along a shallow coastline, stood my sandy feet listening to wind chimes

I’d stare the ruthless wind right in the face
As it takes the shape of water and drifts away

Over the distance of a sea of blue, waves would howl at the moon for you

The sun still sets with a thousand colours, an artists sky made of wonders

The rain still falls with the beat of a drum, and every drop is my heart calling for one

The grasses sway with the dancing wind, to music written on the cracks of your skin

Summer comes wandering in, in the shape of a nomad searching for bliss

I watch the changes of your time, singing songs and embracing the climb
Cyrus Gold Jan 2018
From the void that beckons,
we see that heaven's near,
but the darkness that engulfs us
keeps our cries from shedding tears

The rain would fall and cleanse the Earth
so the people praised it well
The castle walls had heard its song
right as midnight struck its bell

But when she cast infinity
the rain hadn't had its fill
so sadly clouds were forced to flee
yet the days grew* darker still

Pluck the wings of ravens
to prevent the coming flood
The ones who offer haven
let their fingers run with blood

The Court was born to trim the herd
who swear to Ravenswood
They seek the one ill-fated girl
to restore our land for good

'Cause when she cast infinity
the Earth was standing still
Her soul can harm eternity
as the days grow
darker still

Believers of their noble cause
shall be met with open arms
They only seek to halt the pause
by the grace of love and harm

Putrid souls are sacrificed
for the weakness that they show
The Court shall welcome crimson tides
as their looming shadows grow

'Cause when she cast infinity
it was nature that she killed,
but now the Court will set us free
Advent days are
*brighter still.
Prologue to a multi-part series I wrote.
Maria Etre Oct 2017
My feet stood on the edge
of a cliff carrying
the weight of 30 years
yearning to jump
into something new

But the wind pushed
my head up
just to show me
you, standing across
on another cliff
looking at me
archwolf-angel Apr 2017
That hug...
And that...
...kiss

The images in the head
Flashing by rapidly, repetitively
Now it's all confused

They find their way into dreamland
My most precious memories
And I felt it..

That hug...
And that...
...kiss
(III)
archwolf-angel Apr 2017
Visions reluctantly blur
But somehow absolutely clear
Like a dimmed light
Floating under a shining night
(II)
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