poem

Days of Love

A spark in the darkness
The flash of a dream
A bulb that burns blue
Then blackness of bleeding void

But when dawn is deepest
The sky’s bruised blanket
A promise of primrose
Sunrise seems secretly suspended

A young day begins for us
The light creeps cautiously through the cracks
A hint of a gleam of a question
How have our scars brought us here?

Slowly our lenses lift to the rays
The courage contained
Makes a break for the beam
Balances precariously between beats

Basking brilliantly in our newfound sun
In ovation our souls stand
For hope has found daylight
Joyous joining of our noon

We gaze graciously at countenance kept
In facades we find flawlessly fresh
We dive to depths of painful pleasure
Holding helplessly to mindless madness

Looking ever into eternity’s bliss
Shining suns and stars and simple sights
But our eyes eventually falter, consciously creating
Imagination, blinds, binds, breaks

Why did we do it once again?
Had our memories faded so fully?
That we dared to bare our lives to love
When setting suns and deathly darknesses, continually come.

LGH ~ March 23, 2005

open ~ muse

i close my eyes
above me you hover
breath upon my face
soft and fragrant
not a mere mortal;
you are the muse
my music
my art
the filter through which
my compassion comes
and love
ah love
and all i need do
is open my soul
and write you

The Daily Post – Open

Out

I’m out
I’m gone
I’ve vanished as if
I never existed.
Will it seem
in a month
in a year
the same to me?
When it’s time
you move on,
when the axe drops
and the head is chopped
from the neck that
does not bleed…
I guess it means
it had to be done.
So here I sit
isolation
insulation
with my lessons
and millions of words
strewn around
scattered
to the cold
night
air
I
am
gone

March 23, 2005
LGH

Stop

“Stop” has become
a swear word to you.
And “let’s go,”
makes me cringe.

I should never have started
teaching you to drive.

pixie childe

she lay awake
’til the break of dawn
and watch
as fairies
tuck themselves
away in corners
among the dust
then she closes her eyes
and dreams

tall grass
dip’t in dew
glistens in the light
of sparks sprinkled
from fairy wands
the prism’d rainbows
arc ‘cross black sky
cut by lightning
rendering sleep
unfathom’d

Altar-ation

Now I sit me down to rest
I hope to get this off my chest
If the kids’ screaming doesn’t stop
I swear to God, I’ll blow my top

adulting

try as I might
to be grown up
do all the things
that make me big
and independent
and feel like i’m part
of the grown up world
they make me fat
or give me pain
and when i stay
awake and read
i sleep in way
through my alarm
and drag myself
all through my day
to find myself
awake at 12
a glass of wine
back in my hand
and i have to face
the harshest truth

i’m just not old
enough
to adult

Haiku – revenge

writing fiction makes
it possible to kill you
more than just one time

window

hide and seek

childish games of long ago
when we’d laugh and run
for “home”
after being found
but not yet tagged

but when you told me,
“hide!” two days ago
life was far from carefree
not fun,
but frightening

i’ve not yet been tagged
nor found
and i’m afraid laughter
is far in the past
i mustn’t cry

as i slept last night
in this cramped and cold room
i dreamed that we were eating
on a patio in summer
we were adults

the dogs i hear now howling
are maybe coming for me with their noses
i only hope
that you
are holding their leashes

what’s that?
a friendly voice…
a woman, my mom?
and you, dear brother
He must be safe in jail

#SoCS – there’s one in every neighbourhood

the easy answer
is you’re nasty –
your tasty little
comments above
meaningful murmurs
that on the surface are
humorous, but if
they could hear you
they’d be unim-
pressed by the
quality of your quips

you’re the epitome of
vulgarity

but wouldn’t it be nice
if you could be just
a little bit more
accepting and
excepting the standards
to which you hold
yourself up there is
nothing to show me
that you’re any
better than
anyone
else

you could be the
epitome of,
well,
someone like me

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This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the word of the week is “press.” Click the link to see how you can join in. It’s fun! https://lindaghill.com/2016/05/27/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-2816/

And this post is also in response to The Daily Post where the word of the day is Epitome.