Poetic Stories

If they're made of this, who am I to disagree?

All I see are the constraints of physics

The immortal demand of mortal men with endless hunger

I daydreamed so much I can't see straight

The light bends like an extorted contortionist

And I'm not nearly as flexible

Depression is a bear trap

and I am the wounded animal

trapped in its callous teeth,

lashing out at the hands

that try to set me free

because I perceive

they're trying to pet my fur

despite the blood in my mouth

and the rusted nails

In the middle of summer

The sky looks so bright

The air is dry

So barren

You come like a raindrop

Makes me so comfortable in your arms

And you give me love

Until I can't let go of you

You kiss me softly

Makes me fly to the blue sky

You are mine

I am yours

in time and laugh

like the bubbles

of snow that

spring the flowers

before the green

covets a whisper

to bloom the heart

in which beauty

awakens while the

world unfolds light

after light opening

the waters of the soul

and I sky there,

only flying when the

invisible pearls of

wings hug me into

the welcoming sands

of joy where smiles

tear into blush.

A message from my soul,

I'm overworked and underpaid,

just know that it hurts me too

i will always punish myself

more than i could ever punish you

through

the cracks

of consciousness

Carefully crafted

and casually missed

A honeyed kiss

amiss

amidst

the hiss

of countertop tears

My words are no longer safe

in your hands

I cried into my mop bucket

then washed the floor clean.

Today I threw away my newspaper

as I went down in the river

and warmth returned.

In the shadow of the willow

I sit on the bank

trees reflect on the surface

graylings swim below –

old souls know

how the river changes.

A damselfly (in no distress)

floats over flowing water

glowing bright blue in the light

of the new sun.

A plant can grow

from silt through water

to surface in air –

minnows never see

how lilies show their flowers

to the stars.

tender orchid

of her curls and

danced moonlight

inher soft eyes

while it suddenly

took a moment

to turn off all of

her stars that

fell into pearls

along her golden

skin as in the

darkness she

misted into the

ochre of crying

sky as each step

thundered to

become the trace

of a newfound

smile until she

dawned sunning

aglow to swim

quiet amongst

the blue as an

ocean of clouds

poured from the

snow of her breaths

as her voice rainbowed

in a caress every

heaven could kiss

The water came up around me,

leaking into my ears, nose, mouth,

pressing with the clinical detachment

of a doctor pressing for organs.

The silence rolled like dough off

its rolling pin, heavy and soft.

I heard two hearts, mine beating

softshoe cicada thrum, reliable

in a way my father never could be.

His heart, too. Pulled from his body,

examined in harsh white light,

weighed and measured, wrapped

in black plastic with the rest of his

organs and shoved back inside him.

The water held me in place as a man

who never met my father tried to

eulogize him. My own heart did better.

Every beat was proof of life, his.

When it was over, and the water

seeped out of me, retreated past heavy

oak doors, soaking the spider mums

and carnations of Daddy's casket spray,

I breathed the air around his body,

listened for the plasticky squeak

of a heart that hadn't quite given up.

Strangers murmured their apologies,

lied about what a good man he was.

Take time to understand the meaning of silence each person to learn the others.

10+ years to the absolute love of your life

that hell nor high water could break

nor shake

a love built on the usual

stages at age 18

First lust

Second, best friend

Then to spouse

Ending in

The love of your life

The only love of your life

So inseparable

We didn't have to think about nor discuss how we needed the other to love us

We just loved one another

It was as natural as the air we breathed.

That is what I grief the most about my ex husband. ( I've never mentioned him in my writings about the good times. Or how in love we were)

Everything was understood

Everything I couldn't say, stuttered to say and didn't know how to say

He knew what I was saying

when I couldn't speak

He spoke it for me.

That's a real grievance.

It will rip your heart out tear it to shreds crumble it up and throw it at you. The equivalent to the most painfully heartbreaking earth shattering of your very existence a part of you dies and I swear it never returns. That's what a genuine authentic,

loving to love

the love of your life

will do to a divorced heart.

openness exposes

attracts intentional lessons

it's oxygen for the soul

rich with inspired learning

mental nutrition

wisdom for a yearning spirit

trees to climb, skies to scale

seas to breathe-in, art to exhale

floating upon a lotus bed

how wonderful life can be

in the garden of my dreams

I transcend the universe

dynamic energy evolving

along the continuum

quantum light to eternal life

love is open-hearted is love

and for this, there is no cure

☆☆☆☆☆

bordered by the mutating

self-image in a dirtied mirror

not unlike the kelly and sage

found within a reflecting pool

gone putrid

poisoned amid the grease-fingered

grip of contract bids

helpless to build its simulacrum

beneath the vampiric gaze cast

by blood-fat oligarchs

gorged upon the hemorrhaging

middle-class

its death throes the crackle

of discount fireworks

the sickening peel

of adhesive backing

sloughing from red or blue

bumper stickers

and unskippable ads hocking

gambling apps and money lenders

looms the eyes of our mocking mask

the empty wealth

of our tedious kingdom

temple of grinning suicide

dotted by bleeding-edged

digital mouths

built to think for those who cannot think

envenoming former farmland

and sucking dry the aquifers

the ancient waters yielding

to fruitless progress

as mountains once yielded

to their flow

now sold in quiet buyouts

a cannibal conglomeration

earth and the body entire

repackaged

re-advertised

the snake, still starving

remember my name.

i try to tell you why it hurts

but my words never make sense to you.

you want me like a second cigarette

or a drink you forgot on the counter;

i want you all the time, screaming and begging,

i want you with bleeding eyeballs and

i want you with broken bones and

i want you when there’s nothing else

left to want.

i think i’d die for you but

you’d never even wonder where i went—

i’m just a sex doll speaking in

riddles again.