She stood so softly, she stood,
arms wrapped around angular
Bird shuttering eyes whipping
Curled back into the confines of cushions deep,
icy dewdrop of tears
shadow the mask of all shadowing.
It is hard to reach her,
anger scored deep into her bones –
until I am yours.
Always delineating an
no protective arms
swept this sinner from harm.
But the damage is not permanent,
it is time to be reached,
it is time to celebrate acceptance.
Flesh of my flesh
sensuous serenity lingers
until the punishment room beckons again.
But, this is not that.
She wakefully cries stolen tears –
These are not superficial wars.
Crumbling was bought in the academy of disdain
Before her heart began wanting –
whenever that was.
it shines from some mysterious place
illuminating seagulls with calm.
Like tiny bright diamonds they glitter
iridescent like stars
in the cloudy blue.
is something like that. The dreams
that scar our dreams alive, the
breath that keeps humanity even
in a place of healing
air expands my chest, a heart
beating again through a courageous lift
reminiscent of paradise –
there is an opening into joy.
Homesick for her heart
in many years of pain.
Drifting in her toes
for a multitude of losses.
Elegantly fragile ankles
where all the shadows lie.
Pining for reality
pouring long held tears.
Time stood still
in limbs, eyes, ears
weaning for a miracle of truth
My nano book has just reached 41,000 words. It’s been in hiding the past couple of weeks, due to things that have been taking my emotional attention more. But it’s getting there!
Basically the aim of Nanowrimo is to write a novel [50,000 words] in one month! Info here. I’m going to give it a try, and am debating whether to join up to the site. Eek! is there anyone else here having a go at this?
Should I write mine about the highs and lows of flat hunting in NW London, or something else entirely?!
This playful intimate fosters
in luminescent orange
maple syrup luxuriance
and arms entwined
in the forest
where generosity meets with forgiveness.
The hero of the climb
squeezing them softly against
her ache torn breast.
The grapes of wrath have fallen, then,
arms mapped in partnership
as they scale the stairs –
yellow papered leaves
a path to paradise
surrendering each grey stone
to preciously forgotten fears.
I’m in the dark, glistening
soothe me anew
let this leaving of the warm place
envelop us in humanity,
I’ve worked a bit at the end part. Hmm..
It is oft down the path of the lost
that they were found.
Trees scrabbling ancient passageways
dust covering what’s fallen.
Just one tiny drip dropping
remembers dew drops on eternity.
They crave a hand hold
in the solid dark empty narrowness.
Ominous heart leapings scare
the bravest of sorrows.
But they are courageous
dawn slipping gently through the shadows.
Forever calling your name
they enter paradise for eternity.
Bliss, humanity, what is it?
They have no memory of the fallen.