When it finally stopped, everyone clapped
Moss-covered at rock bottom ocean
A compelling pull to shell myself
Crucifying pains these emotions
My soul jaundiced, child heal thyself
They hadn't warned me it would be so slippery
#FromOneLine
Remains..
Yesterday's history still stands
Battle scarred and rather feeble
Its story remains alive and intact
Sunlight graces window openings
Night-time adds an occupancy
Ghostly reminders lurk and hide
Visitors move between centuries..
#MypoetryEileen2023
I crawled into bed at a glacial pace. I'd spent too much time under the cloudy moon, drinking my cherry wine. The blues gave me a fever, that old familiar soul-crushing want that I didn't need. My crisis of faith unresolved, I simply stared.
#vsspoem#crisis
Her dreams pirouette a ballet of rapture. Each movement in languid tempo. Their pulses race with each scathing kiss along her beauty bone. She awoke from soporose, panting, as she gave herself to love's passion.
#vss365#scathing#pulse#SensualScribbles
Dust licked at my thirsty lips
I had died the year before, skin yet to fully slip
Ceasefire unsteadied my gait
No longer destined to wait...
My cocoon of brooding birthing its closure
A ghost, I must rise again, reveal my new exposure
#vss365#brooding
"This was the only thing that eased the pain. Acknowledging that it existed, giving it space & comfort, & tending to it until it felt seen"
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#vss365
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Sandstorm
She small
Against such strength
Standing at
The feet of lions
Oh how they roared
And
Clawed
And how
She
Clung to life
Battling death
In his own domain
She stood
Defiant
In the face of
Mischance
Ready to fight
For her life
And
The life
Of her love, laying
At her feet
I lay my beleaguered head upon the shoulders of the nearest cloud
I am not on cloud nine, it is my soul which is weary, and my feet are leaden with regret
I let the past cloud my future, and I wonder if I'll ever see a new frontier
#vss365#beleaguered
I last saw you, #beleaguered on a
cloudy morn
I called it The Beginning.
The Beginning of not knowing under what light your footsteps fall
Under what shadows your heart sleeps
The Beginning, the dawn of our end
It lingers, and I…
I search for #somber grace
#vss365
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