Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#pausing
There we sit in our partial darkness her in her soft and easy chair me in mine so I can see her face and the smile or frown residing there for these brief moments of grace her reading from our spiritual book me listening, waiting for angels to arrive in a story or words that’ll become a sacred hook into my soul or life’s burgeoning archive. Evening after evening sometimes so tired we can barely hold on and avoid sleeping right there, each old body in its easy chair sometimes laughing sometimes weeping she my wife, partner in this long life both of us gathering our souls in this splendid crucible of light.
0
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
Crucible of Light
The feeling when I jump off the riverbed and for one brief moment I am weightless, suspended before I submerge into the water When I’m about to open a door to a friends house filled with people. The world goes silent while I reach for the doorknob The pause I take before I’m about to say something that will change everything The moment when I see someone I love who I haven’t seen for a long time When I realize I’m about to achieve something I’ve worked so hard for When I have to make a decision between two different paths When I know I’m approaching the time to choose, but I walk between the two One foot in each possible decision for a long time Relishing in my indecision The moment when tears well in my eyelids, the pause before they fall down my cheeks They don’t fall until I let them The time that passes between when you realize they don’t love you anymore, but they haven’t told you yet When I’m about to bite into my favourite decadent cake, one satisfying bite dances in front of my lips before I devour. When you can taste it before you’ve even started The pause between when I turn on the shower and the water actually starts falling onto my skin Consciously living between who I am and who I see I can be She’s so clear in my mind The moment I reach for someone’s hand The coat I have for in between seasons When I receive bad news And I feel nothing Before I feel everything
0
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
In Between
In between the chords and notes, spaces and pauses, can I find rest for my hands long enough to get a dose of the muse, a cosmic moment to reflect? And when a chord is sustained it carries me in anticipation of what change or pain will come, and for what duration. From measure to measure I wait upon the muse for some small treasure to dwell, disrupt and suffuse, interrupt the normal routine and reveal something splendid, an artistic moment unforeseen a miraculous onset unintended. Do the angels and the divine intervene in a poet’s affairs, create miracles in the mind momentarily suspend daily cares? Or are we listening to the music and muse alone save the few who gather around our lines for now til we’re gone to embrace wholly ground?
0
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Of Music and the Muse
Just like sand cathedrals, we're forever changing with the shifts, constantly fading back into a blackness. There's always going to be this urge, this feeling that we're crooked. We'll never be the ox pulling our own wagon, we're on a magnetic path to the unknown yet its the only road to finding acceptance. Feel small things, let the little magics wash your face before bed. Let the birds be your whispers, flittering over the mountains as your body. You have no name, you have no fear. The stars are your cardinals leading you to the quite. Find this moment & rest in it.
0
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
murr-ma
World, do you finally realize this is real? Beyond your passions, your ups and downs, and everything that will pass, her death is so very permanent? Do you finally realize she'll never again walk the earth, even if you force your tears aside? Have you finally noticed the cost? Stop, and look at her, head pulled so heavily by gravity, held on as if by a string, a shadow of the strength she once was. There she is, in your lap, she's twenty-one and she has taken her last breath. All for your silly ideals and passions. Did you know to stand for what you believe in could cause more than just your daily heartbreak?
0
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Girl, Age 21, Found Dead