I stand before you More naked More stripped Down Than I have Ever been Vulnerable Unsteady I have always thought Falling in love Would be a gentle Drop backwards Gracefully landing Onto piles of autumn Leaves Or deep freshly Fallen snow But this falling Is a mad Uncontrolled Cartwheeling Through space A free-fall tumble … Continue reading After Hours: Falling
Month: October 2017
Together
My Valiant Soul
Maria Szollosi
This syndrome I carry,
Seraphic, a butterfly in cocoon
churlish eyesight, colliding with your wounds.
I will sew your pain
Believe me, for I am the traveller of scars,
I will kiss your moonlit tears
and the paths it travelled,
I am an archaic smell of vintage champagne.
I shall regenerate always,
I shall not die,
and when I do, I shall with you.
©My Valiant Soul
TORN
By Charles Robert Lindholm STRAINING DESPARATELY FUTILELY TRYING TO HOLD ON … Continue reading TORN
HAIKU: I HEAR THE TICKING
By Charles Robert Lindholm I hear the ticking when I'm alone with myself my life Tick-Tocking Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
lost
Hudson Biko/Pieced by HB
they say that eyes
are windows
to people’s
souls
;
yours are blurred.
© Hudson Biko
Photo: Emma Frances Logan
Fall on the equator
Gina/Singledust
Dear Mister Moon-Eugenia, Guest Barista
My dear friend mister moon Your presence is treasured There’ll be no pinking measure to transcribe my joyous pleasure My thoughts silenced while I sleep there’ll be nary a peep Even in my deepest slumber there’ll be no sawn lumber Just knowing you’re near there’ll be no reason for fear My dear friend mister moon … Continue reading Dear Mister Moon-Eugenia, Guest Barista
HAIKU: MY MIRROR
By Charles Robert Lindholm The mirror shows me the things I don't want to know the truth about life Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
#95 POETRY =
By Charles Robert Lindholm Poetry = Publicly exposing your soul Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
THE WIND WAGED WAR
By Charles Robert Lindholm the wind waged war with it’s ally the rain the battlefields were littered with the leaves of autumn the countless casualties scattered about lying face down to the earth with stems in the air as the barren trees stood witness Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved