Nestled

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I bear the scars rented

From misbegotten love

From ten thousand roads

From where I have trodden

By both my body and soul

Where I’ve walked dusty  

Where my lips have thirsted

Where I felt unfulfilled hunger

Where I cloaked in only cold       

Where my heart was broken

Where the darkness reined

When the sun was unrelenting

Where came the nonstop rain    

Where Grace accompanied me

Where I am…for all of my days

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Gambit

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My only sun is broken

Its fire turned direction

And I- but a forest deep   

Its depravity burns harsh  

Its salvation all dried up

And my moon, out of site

Much like a rat’s wheel

My world still churns

For its own amusement

And I- merely a puppet           

The courts seek victims

So, the jesters can play

And all the judges laugh

This was my…life stage

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Sunsets

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I felt a flow of abeyance today

Lingering off the near horizon

In an unexpected conversation

Between implied and inferences

Where notice of frayed teethers

Were being taught a bit tighter

Straining corroding tie points

Aspects feel a tug now and then  

Things age within their lifetime

Just as some lifetimes are shorter

And some become more corroded     

So now, I must prepare- myself     

For razor-sharp words to speak

And a wounded heart to… bleed

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Values

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I walked upon dried-out furls

Of tangerine and marmalade

They crunched like rusty cans

Morning dew had dissipated

With a refractory of moist fog

Surrounded by stalks of greys

Their brave ghostly shadows         

Step by step I broke a silence

As I secretly maintained mine

All your little-known nuances

That made you-you and special

Forever my forethoughts will be       

Memories of the life we’ve shared

Never accepting our love…diverged

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Tall grasses

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Whilst I feel uneasy now

Lost in an emotional jungle

With only one sure way out

I oft think primarily of you

I miss that comfortableness

You were reachable- daily

I miss our small conversations

Pearls of your hearty laughter

And your unexpected contacts

They’ll always be cherished

With daily- passing seconds

You were always a bit more

Then greeted everyone’s eyes

And I miss your eyes… too

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Parle moi

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When a conducive life wreaks

Spinning out of life’s blind corner

Too late for clarity of hindsight

I feel rawness of shorter breaths

As triage become my new normal

Madness- my newest sabbatical

My errant thoughts have frayed

All sense of direction are vacant

As the empty wake, I’m caught in     

Defies limited logic of acceptance

Memory torrents collide into reality

All sense of human passion- aches    

Flesh and bone to ghostly tragedy

I hunger for yesterdays… all over

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Teeter-totters

I go out walking at times

Albeit chaos or queer silence

Or only down streets in my mind

Seeking the emotional permanence

Lost from a vacant relationship

That’s become like a second shadow

And it clings to my whole existence

But only in the right preverbal light                      

Not a shadow one sees, but feels

In the same fashion, one feels love

Emotionally stirred and deep within

As hard as that might be to comprehend  

And the worse part of all this

I’ve accepted life is… impermanent

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Mortalized

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I was born amongst 

A fiery summer gone long

I’ve been burnt by love

Left to feel abandoned

But I must admit aloud

I’m not innocent or guilty

I’m simply weathering- my way

With all that I have left

I’ve found and lost desire

Learned things I never knew

Been obtained and denied                                 

Cursed and prayed for forgiveness

I’m not the best or the worst       

I’m just a soul with …a heart

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Phronesis

Every now and then

I’ll drown in empty silence

Listening for your voice  

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Glimmers catch my attention

But I feel shadows better

Darkness has a familiar touch

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Overall, in these uncalled-for years

One thing I’ve learned

Tears are blood-drops of our soul

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My soul has cried an ocean or two

Between what we lived, and we lost

Wholeness of my world lost value

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No one kind of loss is ever greater

Love will make no … distinction

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Butterfly whispers

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I’ve gone out- strolling

Too short to call it hiking

Talking to myself in thoughts

Hoping you’ll overhear

How my heart is still broken

In my every step and every tear

Or as I stand beneath tall trees

To refresh a sense of you

Sometimes, I lay down to sleep

On a ground of pine needles

Praying I’ll feel your heartbeat  

Other times I can get lost

In watery reflections when I thirst    

Where I try to imagine your face

Blowing me kisses… again

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