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.