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Jesse stillwater Jul 2018
there are the ones
that feel it climb up
the shadow towards the light,
hesitation on every rung,
each wave of the arising
      overwhelms  unabated ―
and woe betides those
who are on the run
from a storm's deluge


A rousing ocean breeze
stirs inside the memory
of an unframed seashell
lying on the hearth mantel;
heightened sensitivity
lapping soundlessly,
spindrift plashing
the shoreline
of another world's
feigned peace


Perhaps the muted voice
of guilty pleasures,
hushed by their own
hidden truths
Feeling the unfelt textures
of every stifled vibration
left unbreathed


The naked truth befallen
so cold and lonely
Running in circles,
volatile as all those
     unspoken excitations raging ―
and the whispers of those
who hear not
the voices in the wind


An emotionally enslaved  heart
tarries,  marooned high and dry
in a memory on a distant sand bar
     lain fallow for so long ―
stagnant darkness
of an unsated soul
gathered on the back
of a parched tongue
sullied wordless


Rising up through
a dusty hieroglyph corridor
through an unlocked
labyrinth gate;  vestige echoes
from somewhere left behind
in an incomprehensible
abandoned wake


It's getting harder and harder
   for an insatiable soul to breathe ...
   climbing up a tree trunk―
up within the silence
of the listening tree


  Toes dug into
the rough bark furrows ―
fingers reaching upwards
beyond their deepest known grasp


A shadow stranded
out on a hangin' bough
hearkening without ears that hear:
“perhaps they’ll listen now“  
the wingless bird sings
in psalms that fly away
on tattered feathers
over untamed waters roil


Back to nature’s waning youth,
the bough bends unbroken
to taste the freedom
of the wild absolving seas



Jesse Stillwater
June     2018
Notes:                                                                                                          
a friend sent  a link to a deeply thought provoking modern classic 70's song about Vincent Van Gogh and the complexities of imperfection some of us relate .... i'd listened to the words prior but never heard before now.

  Title is last final lyric line from:  "Vincent" (Starry, Starry night) 1971
Writer(s): DON MCLEAN, ENRICO NASCIMBENI,
ROBERTO VECCHIONI
ryn Jan 2015
Urn
The Stars will collide and the ashes will cover our grounds
- Tiffanie Noel Doro


•••••••••••
burn my body,
flesh and bone just the same•
let loose my soul so it might be free•but
save my remains before the wind comes to
claim•so you'd remember me as the dream-
er infinitely•pluck the stars from the night
skyline•don't forget the moon for I adore
it so•grind them to dust and scatter the-
irs with mine•i'd have them as comp-
any to the place I will go•handle me
with care, no you must not spill•
ashes and dust...funnel me in
turn•place me near, on the
mantel or the sill•my for-
ever will then be sealed
in your cold...shelved...



urn*
Inspired by Tiffanie's "It was never that simple", for Frank's "Let's Do A Line!" challenge.

Tiffanie's last stanza really got me and the line I drew from her poem simply sang to me.
Thank you Tiff, for being such a wonderful writer and for being such an inspiration!
I'm snuggled up,
all warm and cozy...
wrapped in your lovin' arms,
full body to body,
your leg over mine,
feelin' your breath
on my bare shoulder,
hearin' you softly breathe,
feelin' your heartbeatin'
along with mine-

My dreams are of
you and I...
we're in our home,
in front of the fireplace,
snaps and crackles
comin' from the fire,
we're makin' love
on a sheepskin plush carpet,
candles a'glow on the mantel,
country music playin'
softly in the room,
the scent of roses
in the air-

I awaken feelin'
satisfied and happy...
then I realize I'm in my own home,
my own bed,
all alone,
no candles in sight,
country music playin'
on my own little stereo,
rose scent
non-existant,
room full of daylight-

I roll back over,
tryin' to recapture
that dream~
I guess, I must have been...
Dreamin' In The Daylight!

2007

COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jennifer Beetz Nov 2018
These fits come and go
and mostly I don't notice
the layer or two of skin
you took from me (although
I do want them back, along
with the linens and tea towels
and all of the more obvious
crap)

The ****** blade we hung
above the mantel and only
symbolically out of reach?

I want that back too, if
only to lick the blade and
have just one more miserable
moment with you
elle Sep 2018
what is this body but a vessel to you?
carrying your what if's and
your unborn children

a fixture
to *****.

This body is but
curves that turn
and cut your wit

dim forest
that you trail-blaze
converting rolling hills
to farmland
unearthing soil,
to dig your pleasure graves.


what is this body to you?

But two bouncing *******,
under a cotton summer dress?
what is this body but lips spread wide
open, teasing
a flash of teeth?

does it make you break a sweat?

what is this body but your chess piece?
mantel piece
piece of ***
strip tease
arm-rest
a body
beside you
to look down upon
and fake a smile at
in photographs

what is this body to you
but a vase?

to fill with your complaints
to empty your sorrows into
to empty your ***** into
to let down
then help up
to coo over and
cry on
and cry on
and cry on
The world is funny,
It is filled with the memories of a thousand Laughter,
I imagine how intriguing the moments are,
When the world greets you good morning from summer and spring,

I imagine how we live one day at a time,
I just wish at the end our humor is built to live for eternity,
                         Your sweet laughter was born of aspiration and dreams,
As awaken as noon and as conscious as nightfall,
I wish for a generation of laughter
We all dream for tomorrow
We all leverage our will

I miss my past as i stand with my future,
I like to fall in your arms,
I love to sail in your ocean
I love to wreck my harbor with your overwhelming fog

We owe our destinies to our creator,
She builds and waters all souls from glory to glory,
You were never as good as yesterday
You almost lost it for my sake
I raised you and prospered you
I brought you here to read my story

I will burn all my bridges,
Just for you to hold my hands
I know with you i need no plane to walk on the earth

I stood by all and yet the multitude watched,
Turn yourself inside out and watch my movie,
Be my heroine over acts and scenes

A scandalous heart is what you desire,
A wilful past is what you achieved
So remember i love you
I wish you were near
But now it’s noon time
So i must say goodbye to rest my head

If i have written something
That has caused you to grief,
I say a happy Halloween
I wish you a rebirth

A chubby little snowman
Had a carrot nose
Along came a bunny bear,
And what do you suppose

We laugh and make merry,
We look along to the wind,
Ode to what we lost and smile to what we achieved
I will see more of your smiles for i know
All what you desire is joy above all.

Your sweet laughter is the water flowing through my vine
The wind beneath the earth with blowing leaves,
My breath drawn in
And my excavation moves beyond
It is the forces that push all things i assist
Three things that make my life complete


Our love for Mother Nature will remain in our clan,
It will console us at the point of our want,
Your laughter made me a soul humorous to life
The best feeling i have ever known is the feeling of happiness
You can feel it keeping you above us

I wish to keep laughing till you tickle me to stop,
We do not get a chance per day to be famous
As the world feels our joy from a distance
They bless us in a thousand folds
Blessed with grace.

I love a world with you smiling at me,
I know you would not leave me alone
I am happy you found me when i needed your care
I would love your sweet laughter when i can be with you
In the absence of the world

I love you blessing of my youth,
I love what you made me do
You graze the sheep and water my bans
You are blessed beyond your reach
Your generation is one without causes


I will walk with joy and live with laughter for your stand
I am glad you bring joy to my *****
Joy to my world, a nation above the mantel
I build a castle of ending laughter
Osiria Melody Sep 2019
In silence's muse, not a single muscle stirred
My mind had wailed for my words to be heard
But my thirst for vengeance against them grew
Because death is simply not meant for you
So while my scant breaths rob oxygen in greed
Of the day that I planted anger with a seed,
Your final words that fluttered a subtle hue,
Your final wish sat upon a mantel—then I heard
The memories of you taking me under your wing
And I remembered how one day in spring
You found the human in me and said
“Silence! Listen to their motions spiraling!”
The grave is marked; your remains repose dead,
But you are dead, oh, you are dead



Melody
9/28/19
My mind's a grave. I'm buried in anger.

— The End —