All of these old mishaps,
unlocked doors with a chain of keys.
Rotted out to retire,
made to forget.
Shame’s trusted companion
will always be regret.
Tag: Loss
3 Crows in a row – Oh for Hell’s sake
Count the crows and watch your souls!
We are walking in dark times.
Keep a window open, lock down your doors.
What goes out can’t come in.
Nothing can be the same again.
All of the pain inherited.
It has been genetically foretold.
The end of man will come at his own hand,
ravaged by his soul.
The Trinity complete,
the birds are watching now.
Three Crows in a row,
will see it all play out.
tbc
Dickinson
Oh Emily,
You with your sweet demise.
Line by line,
you split yourself in two.
Foolishly forsaking
that one in life
and one in death
would keep you from
your final rest.
Or perhaps,
you always knew.
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It’s like that crack of blue
in the naked wood.
When all the trees are falling.
You can almost hear the past
in the waters running.
Stepping down
into the sinking ground,
and watching for the sky;
if you stay there long enough
you can hear time die.
A’Chailleach
She existed from the start of it,
molding stones and making mountains in her wake.
Watching over the wild of the world as the seasons changed.
She was the last of the forgotten left to make battle with the Sun.
Eternity kept her there.
She was the only one.
In the frail dips of ages,
her power began to grow.
The land was getting hotter now,
and her memory was old.
The Winter was within her.
It kept her young heart warm.
She roamed the land to collect its bits,
preparing for her storm.
Her hammer, once so mighty, could only
grant the cold of ice.
Her blue eyes, once young and shining, were now
the black of night.
With pale veins of blue and the sharpest sight,
this forgotten Goddess was ready for her fight.
to be continued…
holy ideas
My pink nun,
a Sister without a Mister stuck in time.
Stitched into canvas.
Forgotten and remembered at the same time.
She was a possibility once,
a desire to become.
I made her into art.
What’s done is done.
like a rock
For a time her dreams were solid like granite.
Polished and determined.
She could map out here choices, one by one.
Her mason jars of hope secured.
At the end of the day, her words could take solace.
They had a place to stay.
