#turbulence
As I lay you to rest, a solemn melody surrounds the earth.
Brisk finality soothed but aches linger, a damaged inner worth.
I remember that day vividly, you know; the start of it all.
Misfolded strands of rope entangled my core and drew me in;
A devil's whisper to seal the shackles.
A sweet serenade gave solace through disillusioned Autumnal gloom. A spicy ballad through the boreal frigidity.
A bitter lullaby from May, to send you on your way.
I had wished to match your tempest.
Now, I pray for it to rest.
Choked gasps wracked with guilt betrothed those moments in one fell swoop -
A shallow husk, spited by a Storm.
From that moment onward, echoed murmurs of silence burned with a somber vigor. Emblazoned with ferrous resolve - a catalytic trigger.
Now all that's left is to bask in incremented remedy, to tend the cracks of your vexatious symphony.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
Stories swirl free
Memory fantasy dream
Constellating stars
Blurring transposing like art
Lonely snowflakes weep,
Wishes for gifts meant to keep
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
I swallow your words
And begin to mellow out.
Turbulence in my bloodstream,
Yet static numbness all throughout.
An accent laced with malice,
By a tongue that knew no sympathy.
You graced me with the fortunes
Of love's complex simplicities.
Love baffles.
Love hurts.
Trivial hearts.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:11 AM UTC
when the flowers started to bloom
they withered
all of them —
in my mind, at least
for the eye it is pleasing
i do not feel this ease
the wind does not calm me
it acts more like the turbulence
of my emotions
weighing me down
to earth.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
Still, I'm in the eyewall,
Still fighting,
All the turbulence of harsh winds,
But, with every drop of strength left within,
I trek forward, step after step,
Hoping that one day,
I'll reach the eye of this storm
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
The shattered tree's remains
now frame the path from which it came,
dampened in the warm, evening rain,
guiding the lonesome to self-blame.
Desperately, its pleading begins,
hopelessly yearning for soul sustenance.
It finds solace in expressing its pain,
and all those near fear its immense strain.
Its earthen skin groans,
bearing cracks in its bones,
weary cries now silent,
yet its strength has overgrown.
In its roots, it takes hold
to reconcile what it’s forsaking,
an effort painful, uncontrolled,
as it gives what it can't be retaking.
Its eyes are now dulled
where they once had a glow,
pathetic reflections unfold
in the place of its soul.
And smoke swirls in the cavity
where the flames once warmed,
replaced by fiery, stinging swarms,
creating turmoil in its depravity.
Wounds young and sweltry,
the blood flow sustains,
no vestige of remedy,
enduring the pain.
Like a mangled, broken ship at sea
into terrorizing waves of atrophy,
embracing water, drowning,
sinking, it helplessly flounders.
Never ceasing,
waves increasing
breath releasing,
mind's eye teasing.
Waters rise,
anticipating,
whispered cries,
suffocating,
painfully asphyxiating...
It lets go, floats towards the coursing,
waving, crashing surface,
aching for air.
Choppy waters, throwing,
forcing to and fro,
it fiercely presses on
and hears the thunder.
Lightning cracks through air and sky,
the bright light lingers in its eyes,
the thunder mutes all other sounds,
its inner storm seems to subside.
The thunder rolls to the horizon,
and the rain lifts to gentle patters,
the mangled, tattered tree has softened,
what once ravaged no longer matters.
Peace within and peace without,
forgiveness given, boundless grace.
Its world is light and free again,
though it knows there's more it has to face.
For now, a lightness' been endowed,
it dances with joy and loves out loud.
It knows the storms will always come,
but through them all, who it'll become
is worth the ravaged, aching pain,
and comes out stronger, wiser, and changed.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
The Peripheries of Love
by Michael R. Burch
Through waning afternoons we glide
the watery peripheries of love.
A silence, a quietude falls.
Above us—the darkening pavilions of clouds.
Below us—rough pebbles slowly worn smooth
grate in the gentle turbulence
of yesterday’s forgotten rains.
Later, the moon like a ******
lifts her stricken white face
and the waters rise
toward some unfathomable shore.
We sway gently in the wake
of what stirs beneath us,
yet leaves us unmoved ...
curiously motionless,
as though twilight might blur
the effects of proximity and distance,
as though love might be near—
as near
as a single cupped tear of resilient dew
or a long-awaited face.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Magazine, Boston Poetry Magazine, Triplopia, Shadows Ink, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Emotions Literary Magazine, Grassroots Poetry, Poetry Webring, Poetically Speaking, The Poetic Muse, Poet’s Haven, Poetic Voices, Nutty Stories (South Africa) and Gostinaya (in a Russian translation by Yelena Dubrovin)
Keywords/Tags: Love, face, recognition, water, silence, quietude, quiet, turbulence, clouds, pavilions, moon, white, pale, stricken, ****** water, wake
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
_____________________
_
She is turbulent
And tumultuous
She is stormy
And chaotic
And I was wrong
To think I would
Be the one thing
She wouldn't destroy
She is turbulence
_
_____________________
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
I had the sunshine
The calm, the serenity
Of loose waves caressing the ocean shore
Of sweet sunshine bathing the world in golden joy
Of perfect winds, keeping the temperatures just right
I had it all
But now i find myself morphing back into what I used to be
The sunshine gives way to dark starry nights
The stars shine and glisten, always just out of reach
The waves are turbulent on the shore, crashing, thrashing, threatening those that come near
The winds are both silent and deadly in their hostile unpredictability
Oh sweet serenity, where have you gone?
I was glad when I found you
Now I’m all alone
The turbulence is back, it creeps in at the dead of night
When darkness takes more than just the morning light
Dear calm collected control
I’m holding onto you with the tips of my fingernails
Holding onto you with careful lies I tell myself, to keep going
I tell myself you’ll come back soon
That its just the effects of the day or the moon
But I feel it stirring now
The baseless anxiety
The unquestionable sadness that lingers in the back of my mind, at no thoughts in particular
The lack of thoughts and the sheer volume of them stuns me into paralysis
I am motionless as I attempt to move
I am confused
As I think ten steps ahead, while moving 3 steps back, I wonder, what have I done wrong?
I wonder, why has the sunshine gone
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:04 AM UTC
It's certainly not a fond habit of mine,
But there comes an inevitable time
To redefine the value of every borderline.
Pick apart the pretty pieces
And unfold all their concealing creases;
Can the paling be restored with mere polish?
Our decorous veneer has run dry,
So I'll bid you one final frivolous goodbye.
Albeit I must sincerely confess:
They were never the best,
Ergo it hurt less.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
***
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~
Drowning in anxiety
Mocked by insecurity
Seas black, cold and slimy
Inkpot has dried
The paper turns to dust
All alone
Lost at sea
Nothing but a joke.
~
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
*stars silently
enveloped
turbulent seas,
gingerly dappling
each current,
whence the tides
were stilled
'til they ebbed
'tween streams
of serene
spring waters,
rushing its
banks in
cascades of
tranquil
awed hushes
overflowing
midst
surrender's
quietude*
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
The walls came tumbling down,
as if a wrecking ball
had broken up that brick and mortar
displacing it, from its position.
Really the crack formulated
several years ago,
and in honest truth
was no bigger than hair.
Ah, but this crack was placed
within the foundation,
and as you walked away
so did its disposition.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC