Poetry

[Al Truest]

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I wrote this just now in about five minutes. This board is coming around again to be home...

Unspeakable

The small warriors of fate -
these words like the sculptor's deftness -
chafe and subdue this body of clay,
that must lift and slam and revive the mass
that clings to a past made stone,
in the grey manner of bludgeoning
until joy is sublimated
and the cold slab turns black the soul.
This piece is done.
what more is there to say...

Now
Learn the language of place -
to face the role of time -
arrive at grace -
replace the ache -
with finding new joy,
to rebuild the set,
like an incredulous actor in an obscure play
that can not deliver the lines written for him

[Al Truest]

Starfire


I have gathered the convenient bramble,
and set ablaze
the twigs dried and eager
to release their store,
held until this moment
just to warm the Nordic chill in my heart.
It seems a dream.
In my mind I am fjordside.
Here I can hide from the boredom.
The salmon and alder smoke rise
under a firefly sky
that belies the chasm
from there to here,
this bucolic haven,
where Hackberry crackle
from the stream-side furrow fire
has burrowed into my recollection.
I conjure the horror
and borrow from childhood fear
of fanged faeries flitting
darting and devouring.
Tomorrow I can fashion the cudgel
I will deploy against the mundane
of my return.
Where like a canary in the mine
I sacrifice flight for the life of another.
But I stutter.
Linnet's wings come to mind
that fly me away
back to where
tree bugs and frog squawk
still swallow sadness
in the steaming humid calm of night
and rip the slithering fear from my
slight and selfish sorrow.
A song of tomorrow.
The sheen of new breeze
whisks away the matte flat of morose
and the verbose accolades
that have torn the flesh from my soul
in their retraction.
But my reaction is to grapple -
to cast the bitterness from Eve's apple -
make my memories mellow -
scrape the frost from my heart -
and find once again,
star-time,
where shadow angles point the way
to half a world away
and to where my gift finds home.

[The Wolf]

Flawless tress and frozen ponds
Lie beneath the stars
And where they end, a wolf-girl prowls
So close and yet so far

When the hunters come for her
She falls without a fight
But in her final breath of life
As death engulfs her shaggy fur
She sucks the soul from every one
Who recalled her to the light.

[Adena]

On the last harvest moon, one will live and one will die
The wolves will run in the light of the sky
One is protected by the rest of her pack
Once the challenge is made, there is no turning back

Your fate has been sealed by the death of the deer
You killed her without thought, without mercy or fear
Now the white wolf will come to silence the cry
On the last harvest moon, one will live and one will die.

[Adena]

Memoria

I have everything to say; and yet
the words do not spill forth from my mouth
I am young, they accuse; but they do not see
that I have travelled the world from the north to the south

On this day, which is a day of solitude
I reflect on the things that could not be
But blind or not, the fact remains
there are others worse off than me

From within my gilded cage, I seek
to brighten the life of a friend
But we are far too close entwined, and I know
she will remain 'til the bitter-sweet end.

[Adena]

The Saviour

my life is in her hand
my memories through her fingers like sand
she fears the consequence of the fight
but either way, I will be recalled to the light

[Adena]

Britannica
for A. W., S. C. and D. A.

Sleep is the temple where you await.
Where silent, I scribble to alter my fate.
Were you scared of sleep - your secret fear?
Or was it what was beneath your perfect veneer?
Was your fear truly sleep?
Or was it what you would see
when you awoke?

[Adena]

The River

I am
trapped
by the running water
unable to call

my cries lost
in the splashing
of water in fall

the water
forms a bubble around my head
silencing my words
leaving me for dead

and as I fall under
I see the faces of all who have gone before
laughing
and I pray that my final curse you reached shore.

[Adena]

Aug 8, 2008 10:56:50 GMT Adena said:

Our Children's Children

The sun saw me as I was born
The sun shines on each of my days
The sun knows everything I do in my days
The sun knows my crazy pain and secrets

You don't know

The sun will rise
On my daughter
And on her children
The same sun rose on our beginning
It will rise on our future

You don't know

Hippie and Honey

6 foot 6 he stands
holding one of her hands.
Her eyes are bright
spilling with too much light

By the calendar he stays
counting the days
while she makes her plans
for the time it spans

there is poetry in the words
so beautiful it hurts
a soft whisper
a nearly silent sound

'I love you.'

[Adena]

The Lioness - Revisited

I cannot forget your roar
it chilled me to the bone
standing out on the savannah on my own

I cannot forget your eyes
hard and like glass
my moment came and I let it pass

I cannot forget your snarl
kitty lips in an angry grin
I summoned all the strength I had within

I won the battle
but in my heart I lost the war
and I will always wish for more...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxNNTZ3QMac

[Adena]

The Stone Sun

Adena
eclipses the statue of Athena
stone is cold to touch
her flesh is alive and warm to hug
and when you need to feel her arms or crack
she will hug back.

[Al Truest]

Apr 18, 2011 11:14:29 GMT Adena said:

The Stone Sun

Adena
eclipses the statue of Athena
stone is cold to touch
her flesh is alive and warm to hug
and when you need to feel her arms or crack
she will hug back.

[Adena]

For Love of Reasonable Men
Dedicated to Lisa, Erin and Beth

I am the diamond that flashes and shines
And is dazzling when in plain view
You can see what I show to the world and not know
Of the underneath waiting for you

Carbon I am, black powdery dust
When you leave me too long in the sun
You can polish a diamond quite hard in the dark
But in heat it will blow back to none

The black dust is a lifelong curse
To be made of a substance so frail
You can look from a distance, I'll watch while you lust
But closer you'll see I am pale

What I want is not one who loves my shine
And is dazzled by something untrue
What I want is a person to love me in dust
And I don't think that person is you.

The Mountain
it has been nearly four years...

I saw you on the peak
pitching into a tree.
You sacrificed a chance
at what you wanted
to save me.
Was it too high a price?
Your fate was not nice.
Or did you see what you had wanted to see?
That blessing that you had searched for
I hope that you found it in me.

Grey Haired Lady
for little M.

If I had to choose one word to describe you
it would be 'Mother.'
I am ashamed for using that word for you.
I have one. I should desire no other.

[Adena]

A Butterfly

From your chrysalis you emerge
To fly, to flee the scourge.
But what you do not know
is that you chose the wrong way to go.

[Adena]

Jul 3, 2010 23:33:48 GMT Al Truest said:

Starfire


I have gathered the convenient bramble,
and set ablaze
the twigs dried and eager
to release their store,
held until this moment
just to warm the Nordic chill in my heart.
It seems a dream.
In my mind I am fjordside.
Here I can hide from the boredom.
The salmon and alder smoke rise
under a firefly sky
that belies the chasm
from there to here,
this bucolic haven,
where Hackberry crackle
from the stream-side furrow fire
has burrowed into my recollection.
I conjure the horror
and borrow from childhood fear
of fanged faeries flitting
darting and devouring.
Tomorrow I can fashion the cudgel
I will deploy against the mundane
of my return.
Where like a canary in the mine
I sacrifice flight for the life of another.
But I stutter.
Linnet's wings come to mind
that fly me away
back to where
tree bugs and frog squawk
still swallow sadness
in the steaming humid calm of night
and rip the slithering fear from my
slight and selfish sorrow.
A song of tomorrow.
The sheen of new breeze
whisks away the matte flat of morose
and the verbose accolades
that have torn the flesh from my soul
in their retraction.
But my reaction is to grapple -
to cast the bitterness from Eve's apple -
make my memories mellow -
scrape the frost from my heart -
and find once again,
star-time,
where shadow angles point the way
to half a world away
and to where my gift finds home.

I do not have time to respond in full to this now as I have been intending to do... so please allow me to leave you with a short-form thought.

The Nature Quadruplet

The stag is not a peaceful being
And yet he is gentle and kind
When the time comes, he can find his meaning
And heal with the body and mind.