tension
i am silent
in it,
no action.
no re-action.
it is not
safe
to move
from where
i sit.
no words
safe
to voice
no tone
acceptable.
-Natasha
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Day 2 from Mary
Truth
Facts blurred
It’s all fiction
Shadows on the wall
Different interpretations
Distorted images dance
Playing in our minds
Negotiations negate beliefs
Reaffirming reality lost
Woefully winning
Fruitless victory
Understanding resolution
Creating conclusions doomed
-Mary
-Mary
Day 1 from Natasha
owl
same old stumbling blocks
i think i trip myself
i repeat the same old mantras
and prove wrong all optimism
where once the promise of the gods
lodged, sheltered from the wind
now is only empty, yet i watch
everyday, anxious, from the
big window, hoping, waiting.
handfuls of sand, mouthfuls of dust
bitter, bitter, bitter fruits.
a kiss brings blood, blood brings
fear, fear brings sleepless dry
nights interrupted by pain.
- natasha
same old stumbling blocks
i think i trip myself
i repeat the same old mantras
and prove wrong all optimism
where once the promise of the gods
lodged, sheltered from the wind
now is only empty, yet i watch
everyday, anxious, from the
big window, hoping, waiting.
handfuls of sand, mouthfuls of dust
bitter, bitter, bitter fruits.
a kiss brings blood, blood brings
fear, fear brings sleepless dry
nights interrupted by pain.
- natasha
Friday, February 1, 2008
Day 1 from Barbara W.
Steps….
Chilly, beneath my bare feet,
One…two .. twelve
the rails smooth, unfaltering,
catch my shaky grasp as I descend.
The incessant ringing of the phone
increases my pace,
that fallacy of motion
speed is better,
and what lies on the other side
is that welcome addition
-Barbara W.
Day 1 from Barbara
Beyond The Veil
A shroud hinders my view
yet dimly I can see the reflection of moonlight on clear still water,
bathing the night in it's glow.
a choir of peepers can just be heard as I strain my ears to listen,
Heralding the birth of spring.
Beyond the veil is springtime,
newness,
birth,
second chances.
Beyond the veil the moonlight is clear,
and all of nature sings to new beginnings.
Beyond the veil I can see clearly,
but now,
I see only the veil.
-Barbara
A shroud hinders my view
yet dimly I can see the reflection of moonlight on clear still water,
bathing the night in it's glow.
a choir of peepers can just be heard as I strain my ears to listen,
Heralding the birth of spring.
Beyond the veil is springtime,
newness,
birth,
second chances.
Beyond the veil the moonlight is clear,
and all of nature sings to new beginnings.
Beyond the veil I can see clearly,
but now,
I see only the veil.
-Barbara
Day 1 from Mary
Seeking
Tired confused alone
Waiting again
Hoping annoyingly
With neverending optimism
Time and more
Yet still nothing
Believing someday
Clarity prevails
-Mary
-Mary
Poem I.
thrush
there is no warbling birdsong
from ‘neath the long grasses
of these subtly sloped mountaintops
unless it is a microscopic hum
that bacteria make while chewing
inaudible to this ear
and the deep painful drinking
of the two year old nearing sleep
we rise and fall our breaths
slowly and unknowing
of what munches just below the surface
these peaks are ablaze
the rivers are burning
and slowly spinning single cells
are consuming milk
and spraying ethyl alcohol
on the fire.
-anna kiss
there is no warbling birdsong
from ‘neath the long grasses
of these subtly sloped mountaintops
unless it is a microscopic hum
that bacteria make while chewing
inaudible to this ear
and the deep painful drinking
of the two year old nearing sleep
we rise and fall our breaths
slowly and unknowing
of what munches just below the surface
these peaks are ablaze
the rivers are burning
and slowly spinning single cells
are consuming milk
and spraying ethyl alcohol
on the fire.
-anna kiss
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