The awakening
The awakening
Where do I know you from, you beautiful thing? The first morning caresses motion; Waking from their dreams by supple change. Wipe the sleep from those tired eyes. March yourself from your lengthy slumber Come again. Come again. Cycle and tilt. Let me see you, Your essence directs everything. Quiescence without wonder of wondrous things. Arise from darkness. The cold chilled air is replaced. The early evening has elapsed. Marvel at the moment all things, surely dead rise once and again, and again… |
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Wake and Dream
Wake and Dream
All senses heightened each thought, each dream conceived and carried in a womb of time concealed in hidden corners of the mind. This must be honest. This must be an honest rendition. On the hook now. responsible. outcome. self. I am sorry I showed up this way, unannounced. I am levitated, moving, crucified, vindicated. I want it to wake me. I want to open my face to the sun, to circumvent the leafless tree swathed in a layer of ice, decipher the unwritten scriptures I’ve lost. Wake if you dare. Wake if you dare. The ravens taunt me. Their lure is deceiving with song as sweet as the lover’s first love note It was a single hand perched atop a bison being charged by the clan in the dead winter. The message was clear. Wake if you dare. Wake if you dare. Perch your hand atop cataclysmal dreams. Charge against the winter. Charge against the air. Fly together, and wake me if you dare. |
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Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope
I studied the foundations of interpersonal communication. I am aware of the intricate processes playing on secretly. Each partner unaware of the sensitivity and constant eye transfixed on the scale of check and balance that keep a pair together or entices on to leave. She was showering when I heard a chuckle and then my name. She smirks, proceeds to fan it all out, proud as a peacock’s tail. “It’s a case of the shoemaker’s kids who have no shoes.” I respond, eerily calm in the tedious moments preceding a squall, “I feel like I am being blamed.” She postures and readies her reply, “That’s it. I quit.” The air grew thick and solidified. I spend the remaining afternoon researching attachment styles, Myers-Briggs, and relationship repair. I witnessed the heart stopping wreck that totaled this car. I felt the impact and the sting as the shards impaled me. I frantically gather shattered glass, struggle to glue the pieces back; yet all that remains visible is a fractured image multiplying this disjointed skyline, mirroring over and over, the impetus branding my mind. -Rebecca Stone |
Doors
Doors
Opening with force closing silently or with calamity sometimes opening so quietly so slowly one strains to notice the change. The universe is expanding. at record speeds. There are concepts that change more quickly than light speed. Terrifying infiniteness. Nothing is insignificant. Each thing is a link in the chain of consequence- Mind your way. Peek through a keyhole? It doesn’t work that way. All doors lead to the same path for everybody, does it matter the way? “The pawns and the kings return to the same box when the game is put away.” Lead me to flowers in the spring. Lead me to the music that rings. Lead me to the sweet smells that the fruits of labor bring. Stop! A moment, please… Let me leap into your arms. Carry me over the thresholds of change. Be the link, the unwavering constant despite infinite change. (By Rebecca Stone) |
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