Temperance

Temperance Canvas Print by Foxfires

 

Each day is worse

Than the one before.

One hour, just another

In a series of unbearable sixty-minute parts.

When eternity is what is facing,

 How can there be any patience?

And I promise I won’t do it again

Sometimes I really believe it

     And it feels so good!

Could this be that taste

Of hell, which

We came here to face?

Love,

Must get rid of this longing

This waiting...
.

Since forever is forever

Never is never, and

Sweetness...
     too sweet.

The Squabbling

As the sun sets

Behind the rainy clouds

I hear the charm

Embellishing singing

Of a happy blackbird

‘Brewers Blackbird ~ Courting ’ Canvas Print by Beve Brown-Clark

I hear the chirp

I stand to listen

Can’t see them but

I hear the fluttering

The squabbling

And then the wrangling

Male against male

For a cherished hen.

Unrelated

LARVA Oil On Canvas

 

I go unnoticed

Among indefinite crowds

Avoiding the encounter

Of four sad eyes.

For you and your idea

Won’t listen

I go unseen

Unheard

Crying out in the
Suffocating
     dumb dream

And I go talking

The unspeakable

To the fools

The unknown

Conversations interrupted

By void,

     unrelated dialogues.

VOLITION

-

I won’t  be different

I won’t be the same

I won’t shiver I won’t doubt

I’ll run down the narrow streets

     Stepped and steeped

No one will be awaiting an explanation
      The timing will be perfect

And I’ll reach the shore

      Where so hard the wind blows

     I won’t feel the rain or the coldness

But the essence

For I won’t shiver I won't  doubt

 .

I will 
I won't...

I’ll be unapproachable

     Away from imprisonments

And I won’t see my blindness

    I’ll be unshakable

    Invulnerable

And I’ll swim

      recalling

All my past

In short shots.

___________________________________________Posted for One Shot Wednesday

Why Did I ?

NOPE!

This is not the one 

sorry.

Please

GO HERE

..................................

There

 I come across this…

This place where
.

Trying to conjure up

Pay penance for all

All those sins

Wishing to have other wishes

Convincing,

  Comforting

But the messages I get

Accuse me

Support their stones

Devastated

I hide

Look for different surroundings

Only to find more

More anguish
.

It never disappeared

Guilt is my ally

And we

Guilt and I

Came to this place

To learn to live together
Yes, together
.

Imperfect?

Troubled?

Gifted ?

Tittered in delight?

Struggling?
.

I am due here

To commemorate myself

Not to explain.

Perspective

Storm Ripple Calm’ Canvas Print by Paulina Kazarinov

That’s what you are...

You feel before you ever get to understand

And it takes so long to get to understand

If ever

That’s what you are

No one and everyone

That’s what you  are

What the others like about you

And especially what they dislike

That’s what you are

So work more on being 

What you already are.

Night Rooster

Too bright the night

For my neighbor rooster
.

Kept crowing

On the hour

All night long

Sister Moon

He had confused

With brother Sun

Waking me up

Making me smile…

She's A Lady

O...Tu Suavissima Virga,  by Rosa Cobos

As every morning

She does

Mrs Pale

Does

Look after her orchids

From the windows of her greenhouse

She can see her beloved valley.

Loving this complete silence.

A peace only broken by

That sudden sound of the old piano,

     for years not played

     it sounds to her

Like everything...

    But music

She does

Mrs Pale

Does

Loathe everything

Concerning this man, 

Who 

Has become

Too long

 A complete stranger.

.

She does

Mrs Pale

Does

Wish she could tell him,

In a mild form,

And convince him-

No matter how much you persist

In calling this ’Love’

...To me

It all has evolved into

Mere ashes.

________________________________________________Written for One Shot Wednesday

THE TIME BEING …

Don't Tell Me I'm A Dreamer by myoriginalsin

It’s just a matter of choice,

How awesome the sight of you,

Any vivid feeling of you.

I turn and there you are.

If I don’t

You are there too, but,

Unaware-

This is blindness, madness,

Lack of common sense.

Just undergoing your intrinsic aim

makes this my world trustworthy…

It is anyone or anything

Any drop of rain.

The far away stars.

The smell of the wind.

The flavour of my chocolate biscuits

It’s the time I’ve lived,

All the years I’ve suffered

All I’ve enjoyed.

It’s my Brother’s loss.

A simple smile from an unknown.

All the efforts from the handicapped.

It’s the Sun, the Moon, the Sea…

It’s Mother Nature and

The incomprehensible outer space.

My plants,  as they grow.

My loneliness,  as it easily flows.

Every candle I light.

I turn to wish this luminosity

was my eternal companion.

It’s God,

Everything between

Myself and Death.

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EARTH

Sisters by Mariska

Oh sister...

Been missing you so much 
I need to tell you

.

Back from cold, sweet Dublin...
(Thanks for the souveniers)

Just a week,

 And all this I’ve been through
     so deep

Ever since.

Remember?

He used to say, ‘Hey,

The word you are looking for is

Fabulous!’

And I believed him,

And I thought-at long last

Someone had found that charm in me...

Oh sister,

You know all that much about me

After all we’ve gone through too, together.
-

I fell in, as you know

And again, as you already knew

How badly- I needed to fall out.

Sister,

Tell me,

What have I done to deserve this?

What can I do with all this love within?

So eagerly wishing to be there, put- somewhere,
a Him...
It seems...

All this love, all this crying...

Tears that ever since we grew out of childhood

Had to be swallowed.

And crying inside leads us to that place

Mad, anxious..

The big lie.
.

And learn and pretend

Everything is all right

But nothing is alright

Everything is actually so much worse than it used to be.

Yes, we know and accept

And we are mothers

We are sisters...

.

Oh sister!

How long will I have to hold this in

And regret and go on

As if nothing really mattered?

______________________________

To my One and Only Sister, Saro.

Knight-What

Source image: www.redbubble.com

Back’s the knight
Hiding his sword
..

 On his face
      that smile...
To his feet...
      I’ve come down.
.
He insists

Exists!

-.
Tedious, fatiguing return
          To my mind…
..
Back’s the knight
         And I resist ...

Saw him kissing me 
Aroused by his whispering...
..
Why does he persist?
   Should make a list...
.,,
Off’s the knight…
Exertion and time:
                 Wasted.


_______________________________________ 55 Flash Fiction Friday

Infatuation

Female Nude at Rest by Roz McQuillan

.

.

This is the colour you needed

To feel the season complete

It has talked to me again

While I scribble…

Wondering

If you think you know

And have realized,

That I know

Have already realized,

That you think 
You think
You know me

While I scribble...

You stole my perfume

And I reread your scribbles

To find a reason for this:

Could have another name, but

We call it

Love

Trying to get a hint

Is it a gift?

Something is positively

 Going on

While I scribble...

In my mind 

About this..

Our infatuation.

.

.

Flowing down

Separation by Andromena Mirtle

With this yellow rose petal

I caress my closed eyes
...

A smile

Small

Smell
...

While a water drop

Gently flows 
down

 ...

Outside

My window...

___________________________________________________________posted for One Shot Wednesday

Trying Hard

Soul in Cage by Manolya F.

 ----------------

I’ve been loving you

All day...

Because of all the hatred

Which causes in me

Whatever is

Enough

For a broken soul.

.

Once more

Inside the whirlwind

Trying to find the good reasons

To love you

Or not.

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LONG HOURS

Oscar Wilde once wrote that loving oneself is the beginning of an eternal love story...

 

After Laundry by Falbanka

In the long hours

Of my isolation

Solitude

 Back to reading

Pick up Neruda’s

A way that used to be

So short does it take

The loving

So long

The forgetting

So as not to fall

Or feel apart

First might

 nothing have ever joined us

You and I

And in that kiss

You got to know

All I had never told you

And now that I’ve reached this near

My self

Here

Where I can’t figure

Might these be

The sweetest

Or perhaps the most bitter

Of my longer hours.

_______________

TAKING OFF HELL…

Michael Critchley

Pen in hand...

What will it be about

This time?

...Collecting moments of guilt

Giving myself the chance

To forgive that past

Which has made my body

So fragile

What the hell...

Looking at these beautiful hands

Of mine

I go...

To hell with shells

And I get off my scarf

For it’s hot

Too hot

A heat that burns in my cheeks

Must be that hell in me…

And I see her in the mirror

And instead of a bow

Or a WOW

I cry out loud

What the hell!

And I get into this warm bath

Lit candles and all that

And breathe
In

My sweet company

And

Out

All that 

Empty crowd.

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