Muse

Muse

Hold me

in angel wings-

Ethereal lightness

close to distant stars

lighting the path

I wore into my earth

space I shadowed.

Fate cries rhyme and reason

for all I tasted even the salt

of tears I hold-

in that place

pierced by the sword

called muse.

Vampire (for deverse- Wild Beasts)

Vampire

You promise me eternity

where there is no sun

No morning call echoing

in the breeze of a newborn day

You tempt me with

undying beauty-

armor against old age

Yet I hesitate and realize

 all I hold dear will die

 in the darkness

You belong to the night

And all its black secrets

Forever would never be enough

for the sacrifice.

Cinders (for deverse -anti bullying)

Cinders

By

Lisa A.Williams

Anointed-

unknowingly

by

brick or board.

Trash,

they were called

those tow-headed girls  

wanting to purge

this dry christening

 which scathed

skin and soul,

it’s adornment

crushing the child chant

“names will never hurt me”

Lingering lyrics-

notes carried high

by those who sang

of

castaways

smelling of smoke and cinder.

Undetected by thought or word,

somehow they knew

the fire

was always smoldering.

Trash-

to be discarded,

unworthy.

They were singed

yet somehow

rose from the flames,

bore their blistering-

purified.

Boardwalk

Boardwalk


Ocean breeze
holding its breath

as it reaches
the man-made walk
assaulted by the civilized world.

Bright lights-
shock to the senses

blinding one to the beauty,
invasion of sea and sky.

One must look to the depths
to find God in such a place,

so obscured by neon and noise
most often, he goes unnoticed.

A Different Sky

I wish

I were beneath

a different sky

one not so gray

To think

I could lose you-

a shared heartbeat

more than I can bear

Baby born of you

I can’t hold alone

please don’t leave

we need you so.

If I could choose

a different sky

it would be blue

full of hope and promise-

One where we will both see him

grow and always have your

arms to hold us.

Old Man (Mindlovemisery prompt 26, What can change the nature of a man?)

Old Man

Old man

do you live your life

through the eyes

of the past?

How misery was your companion

your family didn’t last

Love couldn’t change you

no matter what guise it wore

Shredding its garments

time and time again

until you destroyed its core

The eyes of hope

closed and slept

dreaming came to an end

And in your loneliness

you wish you could try

once again

But the years are not forgiving

they wear too many scars

I See the War

I See the War

                        

I see the war

in the pale blue

of your eyes

You’ve got a battle

you cannot win

no matter how hard

you try

Never seeing what lie

ahead all those years ago

left with all those lies

you can’t leave behind.

I see the war

in the pale blue

of your eyes

Still you reach

still you strive

riding the tide

of all those tears

you still cry.

Don't You Remember?

Don’t You Remember?

Don’t you remember

those days of careless growing?

Fields of wild

we ran through

chasing the wind

feeling the sun bathing

the quiet earth

as we sprouted wings

and grew in our dreams

Never touching the ground

fearing it would ensnare us

and we would become like them-

The stable caregivers, money makers

lost in the grown up guise of all we

thought we should be.

Now here we are and the

ache of lost wings

beats us down

and we no longer

dance to the sound of angels

We just remember the lull

of their sweet voices echoing

in the distant youth, we left behind.

Phyllis

Phyllis

We don’t speak of it-

the loss silencing

our world.

How arrogant of the sun

to rise

when we were facing

 the black hole emptiness

 beyond,

not enough breathing space

for our own grieving.

Some pain can’t be shared,

sometimes we are islands

surrounded by restless current

fearing if we were to plunge

we’d breathe in anothers tears

and drown.

It was good to love you,

but oh how the earth trembled

                                                          when we had to say goodbye.

For deverse 10/10/13 Friends

How We Loved October

How We Loved October

You would have sworn

they were sisters-

Young mothers

Daughters trying on

homemade costumes

The smell of pumpkin pie

lulling into scents of fall

carved from our center-

Sweet harvest born of a vine
united in kinship.

Anticipating nightfall

glowing Jack O Lanterns
watching over the tired earth
as she prepared for the stillness
winter would bring.

Eyes gleaming, smiles rich
with hope on this dark night
as we adorned houses 
promising treats.

Watching

children who grew apart,

one young mother lost

forever in an illness

time never had an answer for.

For deverse- "I have an issue with Pumpkins"

Evening Song

Evening Song


Here on Earth-
tender is the Night

The Moonstone
housekeeping
the Sheltering Sky.



Posted for deverse pub- " Spine Poetry"

Dark Skin Dying

Dark Skin Dying

A miniscule of death,

 on fair skin-

It warned of goodbyes

and defied denial

tiny cells

waging war-

Sometimes mortality

                                                           whispers in such small things.