The doctor's opinion was cruel at best, It seems years of stress cannot be reversed by rest, So maybe it's true what they say about art, About how every work takes a piece of your heart, Although in this case it took from her arm, Up to the threshold of "irreversible harm," She reflects on … Continue reading Crossing the Threshold
Tag: Prose-Poetry
I’m Fine, Just Let me Go
I'm fine, please don't worry, really, It's just who I am, naturally, Sadness is a mask worn just so, This bitter scowl is just for show, It's nothing at all, it's silly,All things will pass eventually,I'm just tired if you need to know, So let it be, just let me go.
Unsent Letters
My dearest, I'm not sure what you mean by "you have changed." Before you, I was unhappy, exhausted with living, Before you, I was cruel, for nothing made me happy, Before you, I was contemptuous, fear calloused into cruelty, Before you, I was alone and afraid, and so hid it with contempt. Before you, I … Continue reading Unsent Letters
A Planned Obsolescence
Death is often cruel.Death has a way of stealing things precious,denying you a certain satisfaction. But Life is crueler.Life gives you hope, but never offers catharsis,crushing you under petty detractions. I am left to wonder the choice: Is it worse to be left alone,to have survived the perils of false adoration?Or be rejected by someone … Continue reading A Planned Obsolescence
An Ancestral Gift
Mother told the tale,About our ancestors' deal,The oath that we now live by: We were soldiers, once,We served lords by ending lives,Until none but ours survived. We turned to old faiths,So that sins may wash away,From our bloodied hands and eyes. But then, it is said,That those who live by the sword,May never find peace … Continue reading An Ancestral Gift
When at last I die
When at last I die, I leave behind books, flowers, And bottles of wine, Faint memories, yours and mine, These I entrust now to time,
Queries Faded In Wood and Stone
The night settled in waves of blue, As lamps hummed into life renewed, I found I in the city park, With heavy heart and mind subdued. The street lamps cast the bench in dark, Turning from the luminous spark, "Am I condemned to be alone?", So uttered was my hushed remark. My query faded into … Continue reading Queries Faded In Wood and Stone
Like a Mirror
How fragile this friendship, Which shatters the moment I say, “I love you.”
I am worse when I think of you
I am worse when I think of you, Unbidden, unannounced, unintended, I’m writing a poem, reading a book, Or doing nothing at all, And then, Suddenly, You’re here beside me with a smile, A cup of coffee, A kind word. And I need to keep focused, Keep writing, keep reading, Keep nothing at all, Because … Continue reading I am worse when I think of you
The Arrogance of Time
The arrogance of Time is she presumes to heal, Promising to numb the pain we hoard and steal, Gently soothe bloodied souls to once again feel, Banish cruel memories - her intents ideal. But I cling to her hand to make my appeal: "Don't take away my pains, this lonely ordeal, They are all that … Continue reading The Arrogance of Time
Discarded Recollections 