Crowd Standing. Anxious Groom. Empty Doorway.Noon had long past.Crowd Standing. Anxious Groom. Empty Doorway.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Like snakes shedding skin, the guests had cast off their drab coats in the heat of the stuffy sanctuary, revealing formal attire that ranged from vivid hues to muted pastels. Eager for entertainment, the guests squirmed with poorly concealed boredom. Their eyes finally halted on the groom, priest, and best man who entered through the side door.
A collective sigh of relief resounded as the pipe organ began to belt out the wedding march. The bridesmaids resembled peacocks as they strutted down the aisle in garish blue gowns and clung to their groomsmen. In their wake toddled the young ring-bearer. Each guest gravitated towards the back of the church, and they leaned forward in anticipation.
The song came to its conclusion, yet no bride appeared. The groom's stomach churned like a mixing bowl, sending butterflies to replace any warm feeling previously held in his chest. Distressed, he shot his best man an almost hysterical glance while blotting his sweaty palms on his
Desiccated AffectionsThe windDesiccated Affections2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grasps, a rattling breath.
I can call the wind, tell it
To cease existing.
Black and blue bones,
Tattooed on pierced skin
With the mildew of un-wash tears
On the surface
Of abandoned faces.
To live alone,
to die alone
A rite of passage,
not found for love.
I am the definition of a heart broken soldier.
No more wars of the heart
As the sinew keeping the arteries connected
Are crumbling and deteriorating.
White rocked feet.
Burnout and parched lips.
I tried to kiss the heartbreaker
Her skin was made of starlight.
Truth is pale
Dishonesty is dark.
I am neither.
BrightI don't believe in sunshine--Bright2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything that shines so bright
Can only burn.
Stain me with your kisses
But I only crave your lies,
The sweetly scented fairy tales
That make up your disguise.
Leave nothing to imagination.
I've breathed your almosts
And I'm sick of this
Is a companion
You lure me in
With shimmering eyes,
I can't let you
In your magic.
You aren't real.
And even if you are,
You'll only burn me.
Isolated In SilenceLet that scarlet sound,Isolated In Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take you away,
To enjoy life another day.
Drum beats reverberate all around,
As your feelings of sorrow start to sway.
Let that noire noise,
Turn you off,
To hear life through cloth.
Cymbal clashes echo like a voice,
As your thoughts of worry weaken your worth.
Let that sapphire silence,
Twist your arm,
To view life without violence.
Nothing speaks but your inner charm,
As your dreams of simple sin makes no sense.
The Nature of ThingsHere, with my hands in the dirt.The Nature of Things2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,
let alone a poet.
knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.
Though they should've,
So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?
But I have no answers.
I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.
To tell the `me that was,
there is a better way.
But there is no `me that was anymore,
only the `me
tied with twigs.She remembered the years ago that dwindled away,tied with twigs.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where crumpled paper and books lay on the dusty surface,
withering upon the unspoken tales of the moonlight;
her favorite words froze within the winter air,
convulsing shaking dying at ease,
for the mind was not of her own,
nor was the smile she wore that day.
The sparrows say the cardinal sinsThe sparrows say the cardinal sinsThe sparrows say the cardinal sins3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with crimson vanity.
They judge him from high in trees.
Virtue of smug humility.
They question him when he's away;
Is it hell the red bird seeks?
Dress down in brown and he'll be
safe from gnashing beak.
How dare he create a burning wind
and eat a worm that does not die.
To flut around without shame;
Does he not know how low he lies?
He must be cast far from the nest
with that black mask on his face.
How can he see Godliness?
Does he know conditions of grace?
So plucked from him his sin
Left to show his shame
Kept to the ground to know virtue
Now he and the sparrows are one in the same
you are my careful ghosti. The air is thick and I'm drinking you in like sunlight through a silver straw,you are my careful ghost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm feeling like my spine has come unzipped and my crayola red innards have become exposed to the cool air,
you're like the slivers in my fingers that I can't pull out,
maybe I should try scraping off layers of skin with tweezers,
goodbye dead cells, hello fresh meat,
damn, why are you so fresh as fuck.
ii. A whirlpool has developed beneath my chest so there goes my sense of sanity,
actually it's more like boiling water, bubbling, spewing out passed my eyes,
and all I've been asking for is for you to either take me or let me go,
let's be honest, I could try to say I am over this whole thing
but I'm not and I don't even want to be.
iii. So let's forget the world,
get lost in each others skin,
tracing ribs like jail bars,
running hands over heartbeats,
brushing lips with lonely aches.
1 in the MorningOne magic moment.1 in the Morning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stolen from the mind,
And cast upon life.
Ripped from the womb of dreams,
Laid down wet on plastic ground.
The crinkle of teenage lust
Breaks the silence of ashamed nightfall.
Heavy breath released into awkward air,
Sealed tight within a tent of desire.
Unzipped fantasies exposed as frauds,
Leaving empty shells of all my hopes...
Body penetrated but heart untouched.
SelflessSelfless2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I care too deep,
For those who weep,
For those who cannot seem to sleep.
I take their obligation,
Provide simple meditation,
Smiling and nodding at their explanation.
What's behind the screen,
Is often unseen,
I'm nothing but a comfort machine.
A thousand holders,
Resting on two shoulders,
Leaving me suffocating under thickened boulders.
Sunset at Sea~Sunset at Sea~Sunset at Sea3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The gilded horizon of sunset;
It casts golden gleams
across the gentle waves,
as seagulls cry their duet.
Another day melts into the sea;
This bittersweet moment
incites a gentle smile,
as peace settles within me.
The quiet sea rhythmically sways;
It hushes inhabitants to sleep
as the day's weary trials
roll, roll, roll away...
ComedownComedownComedown2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lost in the desolation
Of love and its vices-
Like gentle snowfall,
You cry a silent storm.
Cheeks painted scarlett;
Harlot's lipstain or
Those flowers that lust for the dew of morning-
She was so much
Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls,
But she knew yours the best.
The silence of the breeze's reflection
Will meet your morning gaze,
Hollow, into the mirror.
Things aren't the same anymore-
Her laugh is missing from
Your familiar soundtrack;
Here at the edge of this world,
All is withered and torn.
As cold as sorrow,
Her ivory skin strewn
Over the pavement.
You always knew the city would
Ruin that perfect harmony;
You killed her before the fall.
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
undergrowni.undergrown2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
last spring i got too drunk
the night before i was supposed
to bloom, and missed it hung-
had to wait
an entire year folded
beneath the ground.
a single glass of rum
to break the ice, the sun is high
and i'm immune to,
i'm a moon to
i don't exist without it.
with white picket teeth
my mouth should be a garden
but only weeds spring up like bile
and i'm choking on the dust.
i think their roots
become my veins
and if i pulled
my heart would be unearthed,
a large rotten berry
a wasted bear wouldn't eat.
i had four spare seasons
to mother my petals,
and i'm too sober to think
than any other spring.
ReleaseStolen peace nestled in behind the crook of an arm,Release2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while fingertips tucked in like puzzle pieces to ribs that
gently breathed the release of desolation exhaled.
Hearts weren't right, but beating together,
the night rested without loneliness.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved.
curious lakethe child corrals the sun-drenched lake--curious lake3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
white from long-lived rays
that tarnish colored stones by the shore--
in the silent early morning.
the hollow grains of sand,
jealous of the sharp green grass,
envelop tiny freckled toes.
the child corrals the sun-drenched lake,
in the silent early morning.
a rush of cotton blankets wash away
lonely lake-side beads.
verdant waves caress
his tiny freckled legs.
the child corrals the sun-drenched lake,
in the silent early morning.
part curls of hair
the lake corralled the sun-drenched child,
in the early silent morning.
FlamesThere are flames whereFlames2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his head should be -
forty pieces of silver
a dressing gown, a pipe
a poem left in the fireplace.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stone angels on the battlefield
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Freedom and the Summer of CarbonThere's a band aid on her ankleFreedom and the Summer of Carbon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding up her thigh and onto her neck.
A right handed whiskey bottle slung
over her razor wire shoulder .
Today, the train track was a catwalk .
Nothing about her hair or her lip ring
cried out "Help me". No, she was the
collective pulse and the sun couldn't set
until she took off those shades.
I couldn't leave until I found her eyes.
She shouted over the whistle of an approaching train.
"Sometimes you can find lumps of coal tucked between the rails.
They turn into diamonds. Didn't you know?"
"I think that process takes a really long time."
"Time is all I have and coal."
We stood off to the edge as the beast rolled by.
I think we both thought about what would happen
if we stepped in front of the next one.
Both in different ways.
"You should leave. I feel silly being watched."
"Diamonds right? Aren't they all about pressure?
"And heat." She smiled and removed her sunglasses.
Mirage ReduxMirage Redux3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's the Summer Powwow, and I feel like a little kid let loose in a toy store.
Other women put silverwork, beaded belts and more in booths that circle the empty dance area.
Under canvas-rigged shade, chairs are saved for Indian elders.
My chair's in full sun, but I don't care.
I prepared for that with sunblock. It's hot and though I'm kind-of Cheyenne, it's a very small part. The outside of me is quite fair, though in the winter my hair is dark. I'd be sunburnt in seconds since today I wore a halter top and shorts.
The master of ceremonies is just like the M.C.s all powwows seem to have.
He tries the microphone.
"Testing!" he shouts. "One, two, three! Testing! Heya, everybody! Gonna be great day, early birds! We got four drums com
Of YesterdaySnow falls on the battlefieldOf Yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Washing over the blood
And the old tools
As mothers come
To find their children
Laying under its cold embrace
And a little girl
Mourns for her brother
A handsome young man
Killed in the raids
But he would not let her
Pick up a weapon
Because she was weak
Because she was tired
But he can speak no more
And of the war plaguing her
As he drove his knife
At the attackers
But the knife slipped away
And struck his own heart
In the forgotten times
Memento MoriThe moonlight reflectsMemento Mori3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the night sky above my head
and you waiting there.
My love pulls me close -
a dagger striking my heart
as I now hold you.
I stand there in awe,
my eyes glazed, clear as crystal,
staring down at you
as you look back up
at my face your love is clear,
and I now know that...
Love's embrace grips us.
your head in my hand, I smile.
My world is lit up.
I recall that time
when we'd first bathed together.
It was perfection,
just like now, perfect...
The two of us together,
lovebirds in the night.
Yet tragedy strikes.
As your eyes begin to close,
your pulse is fading,
I can't do a thing...
So, one last time, I caress
your crimson lips, as
your spirit leaves this
world, this life an endless Void
and my tears behind.
I let go of you,
watching as your body drops
lifeless and hits ground.
I follow you there
falling to my knees, mourning
Snowflakes JourneyFrost licks every twigSnowflakes Journey5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every blade, topping roofs
with Jack-glitter. Minus
her grey mantle; inhaling
pure ether as she comes.
Sisters float beside me-
let the goddess' gentle
winds brush me; guide me down
I crafted you with a silver pin
Etching unique patterns. Cherish
for he will adore you.
The goddess whispered:
"Snow powders you tonight, find one flake"
My roots tingled with excitement, no
longer shrivelled cold. As skies
turned silver, natures pulse
echoed my entirety.
He presents to me--
each crisp grass blade stands to
attention. I hope he knows
resting on me, content;
seeping, she melts.
Stacks OverflowWho has time for a nervous breakdownStacks Overflow2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
when stacks overflow the plate?
He told me he couldn't remember the last time
you spoke to him without slurred speech.
To think, the only reason I made it this far
was to save that which you threw away;
now I'm trying to dig out of this hole,
but I'm afraid you dug it too deep.
Yet, it seems you refuse to acknowledge
that which is too painful to see.
Cover the mirrors and race from sobriety
while our boy hides his missing teeth.
When asked why he deprives the tooth fairy,
he told me to keep the money
and use it to pay the bills.
"I know you didn't cause it, Dad,
but please get us out of this mess."
So keep your 2AM I love yous
and stop worrying about the company I keep;
it's only our children and they deserve better than this
no matter how you choose
to see it.