If I place you on a pedestal, so fragile and so rare
The world shall see you as how you are, delicate and fair.
As if suspending you upon a cord, a glass orb you shall be
Not touched by blackened hands and not so much by me.
Little that I knew that I was dancing with a flame
Sparkling and fiery, a soul that can't be tame.
I took you for a butterfly, a snowflake in the bitter sky
But in the end my hopes were dashed and I saw pieces of them fly.
You've trapped me in your white silk, your words and little web
We go around in circles and my feet drag on like lead.
I want to see you in the air, to see all I can see
But in the end your e
The box in the corner does not exist yet,
it rests in a small niche in my mind. It
will be a buoy in the current, an unlit
candle in the flame. My final home shall
be that box, where its doormat shall be
a tombstone. Thankfully I shall see my b
ox with closed eyes, but I am not afraid
of it. Impatient for my departure, I aw
Down in the dirt she dug
to plant the bulbs.
Bulbs of tulips, irises, and orchids,
long in their stems and appendages.
Her arms are long too, lengthy
like stocks of corn in wide fields.
She has nothing better to do
except plant those flowers,
every day checking on her precious
garden like nothing else exists.
Not even her husband.
On Sundays she goes and
plays bingo. She hasn't won
yet, but last weekend she
almost did, had two diagonals
and one vertical. Some old
lady by the name of Henrietta
Jenkens who lives in the nearby
hospice nabbled the winnings
She almost said the Lord's name in vain.
At the end of the day
Flower Girl (Aerith)
There was a time where days were fair although
My mind may not recall which ones were clear.
I remember the display; a show
in the sky that shone like a mirror.
In a church I lay, taking a nap
The roof was gone, just dust of old wood plank.
A voice I heard, my eyes at once so rapt
A girl, a woman, with verdant eyes that sank
Reality. The sky came through the roof.
A love of flowers, compassion that she knew.
For sale at corners, cheaper than a tooth.
Bought out of pity, a fact so sad yet true.
It was she, who made such days so bright,
But it's a pity since death has snuffed her light.
A Translation Inspired by Neruda/ Oda para planchar
The poem is blank.
But soon words flow like water,
with emotion, with animation.
The feelings extending through my feet into the Earth,
To plant parts of the soul like flowers near the sea.
Moving hands with sacredness,
blessing many things:
Touching the hands of the world
Spreading like a fire
in a straight line, unwavering.
Combating the wind that feeds it;
A birth of light.
The essence returns to its origin.
Into the bath, water filling
porcelain like a vat of wine,
it turned the fluid cold.
A twist of the knob and
warmer water flowed,
Almost to the wooden
rim, a vessel about to
The last drops fell
from the faucet
The last bath
Naked she came
into the world
And naked she
Would leave it.
Rusted feet propped
the old tub off the
tiled floor like an
hoisted up in splendor,
Old glory remained un-
polished, her very toes
brown and worn.
Her body had been
Altered, the outside
but inside, the
A wooden frame
the only part kept
in good health.
Taking a moment to come out of my lurk-mode: I'm still alive, I just don't post here much anymore. If any old watchers or pals want to contact me use AIM or a Note on here.
As for the groups I've helped in the past, sorry about that! I've simply lost interest in them, for the most part. Featured artwork pieces are still getting approved/rejected but that's about all I do with them. Oh, well!
Back to lurking I go~
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