I never took a breath
With want that it be wasted
I never took a sip
Without a savor tasted
I never heard a sound
Not miraculous in ring
I never saw but beauty
Within each and every thing
For when this day is over
And eyes see naught but sleep
It may be only memory
Of this life left to keep
And if it’s only darkness
Into which we disappear
I’ll squander not a moment
Of the time we’re given here
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I savor the morning’s quietest hours
When the moon is pried from the fingers of night
And dawn creeps along the horizon
Shooing away the darkness, whose time has past
The heavens transform
From star speckled gloom to azure canvas
Revealing possibility
The birth of purpose
Motion sings the dirge of inertia
An echoing foot fall into the unknown
If it were a hole
I would climb
Until sky
Sings in blue
Right in tune
With the sun
And the ground
Disappears
If it were the sea
I would swim
For my life
While the waves
Wash away
All the wounds
And the salt
In our tears
If it were the dark
Where the stars
Blink and shine
Echoing
Every word
Understood
Spoken once
Then forgot
If it were a thing
Not unseen
Like a weight
Without form
Labyrinthine
Where escape
Is a dream
Without end
While we waited, trying our best
To ponder out a plan
A shape for the future
We couldn’t see
It was already upon us
There was no slowing its advance
No staunching the flow of time
The bleeding of moments
The slipping away
Of all that once lay before us
It unraveled like a spool of twine
From order to chaos
The strands gathering around our feet
Like rising floodwater
Impossible to swim
Our vacillation
No match for the current
We lamented
That we couldn’t just plan
The past instead
An elaborate and winding stair reaches an upper floor
Of a building that holds no great historical significance
Where a reverent hush stills the air
That smells of memories like sun-washed photos
Souvenirs forgotten that remind but never capture
The moments that didn’t feel like they would ever need revisiting
No line, no admission, no ticket stub to betray time or location
Words become bygone necessity last used before the passage back
Along an immeasurable distance and direction
Arrival brings nostalgia at the sights
That might disappear in a blink
When I close my eyes again
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There are days when words are like fire
Both light and destruction entwined
A solace that burns as it twists and it turns
Granting sight while rendering blind
There are days when words are like stones
Obdurate, unbending, yet known
Containing within, beneath jagged shale skin
Hardened wisdom as if it were bone
There are days when words are like water
The tumultuous sea now demure
A peaceful moment misread as an omen
Dark tragedies have an allure
There are days when words are like air
Breath of life, yet invisibly there
For all to perceive, but some to believe
Respiration will make them aware
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When I was asked to define happiness
I spent a silent moment wondering
If there were words enough
To address such a question
For in that instant
A synonym would not suffice
An adjective would not describe
There was not a sound with meaning
In that expressionless quiet
I found myself instead asking
If a thing exists
Because it has a definition
Or if it has a definition
Because it exists
If ever I tell you
I don’t know the answer
It’s only the truth
Like a fairy tale
In which fallibility is a curse
And knowledge awaits rescue
From a secluded tower
Perched in a neglected land
Where no maps are drawn
In the burnt hues of the earth
Upon the walls of caves
Where once upon a time
Wonder sought shelter
And danced in firelight
Until the world forgot
That day and night
Are the tandem reflection
Of the seen and unseen
Belief and perception
The sleepless morning light creeps through
The crowns of barren trees
Filled with birds whose singing sounds
A warbling mockery
A second look reveals the truth
As wings take to the sky
Circling high, a soaring climb
The carrion creatures fly
Stumbling feet attempt escape
And fail to move instead
A baseless statue held in place
Cemented there by dread
The night deprived the sky of stars
Accursed lack of light
When the morning sun appeared
It brought a darker sight
Wheeling high in search of prey
With hunger haunted eyes
On wings arrived the fateful day
I met with my demise
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The master watched the grim demise
With spreading smile upon his face
The terror called the Minion fell
The bloodied copse turned cursed place
Where summoned servant met the end
An anger-driven blade’s embrace
And deep into the shadows slipped
Escaped the master without trace
In Arnisten the people fear
A visit ‘neath the moonlit sky
The Minion Towers stand there now
Guarding with a watchful eye
The stories of that day are told
While some dare laugh and yet some cry
The nighttime nourishes our dread
That in the darkness we may die
Filed under Poetry, Uncategorized
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| Connie Chickery Poga… on In the Shadow |
| Carol on In the Shadow |
| Carol on The Quietest Hour |
| Carol on Sadness |
| Carol on Planning the Past |
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