soul wonders how did I reach here conscious alive with a cape and torch? Death – not as dark as it seems Fear created -indoctrination to prevent ignorance assuming power. I like the transition Someone waits mysteries galore beautiful awaited I know I’ll reach there formless, exposed- but who cares? https://helenevaillant.com/2019/02/26/10678/
calcified remains of stories I wrote and lived aeons ago thought energy reverberating in the universe but transformed how do I connect different threads to weave a whole fabric of soul existence? my fragments are what I know let these define me till redefinition occurs
Privilege a honor bestowed possible only by differentiation from scattered bits of my whole Body parts do not look the same can I choose brain or heart from vital parts - Different colors of the soul?
coming out of shells took forever remnants of the struggle imprinted on my existence memories - like a sharp stab in the heart of will power pull me back till an inner light shines my bowl is full, footsteps firm I eye the mountain peaks to be scaled - and march on with renewed vigor
Grey clouds gather on the sky to say all is not well on Valentine’s Day rays of lost dreams wink at me I see a giant with feet of clay. A hand to hold is not a tough wall it has faltering feet, and a place to fall my smallness made it look so big … Continue reading Feet of clay
repressed ‘better half’ of the human race breaks free of the irony finds a voice fights back unafraid of calling out who objectified her pricking the bubbles of the power-intoxicated bringing them down to earth with an unexpected thud. It was not an earthquake that kills people but … the lava will burn uncontrolled … Continue reading Volcanoes that burst
A topic close to my heart - one day, rage will have its say - by VJ Knutson
Thank you, Merril D. Smith, for suggesting than an erasure poem might fit the prompt. I found an article by Maria Popova on Brainpickings, about art being omnipresent, but not recognized or visible as such. It is about the biography of Walt Whitman by John Burroughs. She calls it more than a biography. Here's the … Continue reading Art creates the New Man
Just take the first step chains you see are dark smoke. embers died ages ago while you slept feet heavy with inertia eyes blinded by illusion -you are cared for. revolution and rotation around its own axis are simultaneous. What kept you tied down while the earth moved? touch the boundaries where … Continue reading Shackles
moving pictures frame my sleep I know not if it’s shallow or deep till a sharp sound breaks the spell but memories of it I keep. Was it a nightmare or a dream? Did I smile, or did I scream? the pictures are the same I think impact forms my mental scheme. will … Continue reading Dreaming
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