Sitting at the edge of the universe Humming a sacred tune Waiting to bring forth a heroic verse For the time would be here soon.
A soul stretching out in every direction Gathers its light from above A mirror image of god source perfection Truest form of unconditional love.
Emblazoned with courage and grace A mother reaches out through time Searching for a soul to embrace Finding each other for another lifetime.
Moving with infinite rhythm and reason She uses her heart to create Putting light into being in one growing season Until stars above form a bright figure eight.
As the past and future meet Taking in life’s first breath Warmth fills both hearts complete Promising a love that knows no death.
This poem was entered in this weeks writing competition.
Her eyes scanned the large door in front of her waiting for the games to begin. A hand reached into her pocket as she wrapped her fingers around the edges of a small piece of paper. Her gaze drifted down as she pulled the photo out of her pocket.
A smile crossed her lips as she looked down at the photo of her child. The 4 year old was waving at the camera, a big smile on his face as he slid down a park slide.
Survival is as much physical as it was mental. She knew she would need the encouragement and a reminder to keep moving forward.
Edgar dragged my reluctant self into the bakery that morning. I knew I should have stayed outside and given him the coins to make a purchase but he convinced me with a wink and a firm hand tugging on my waistcoat. A mother can only make so many excuses for her child.
The bell rang as the door opened. The sight of colorful pastries and cakes lined the counter like bouquets of florals and little presents waiting to be opened. “Mommy, this one!” Edgar pointed to a cupcake with yellow frosting and a chocolate cookie sitting on of the top. The grin on the child’s face was almost unbearable as a bit of drool dripped down his cheek in anticipation.
I stood there and blinked at the child. I was deprived.
Two of my five cherished senses had abandoned me long ago. And in place like this it was an awful reminder of that fact.
Imagine diving into a lake on a chilly fall day and feeling nothing but a breeze hit your skin. Or maybe the rain has just subsided and the sun hits the droplets in the sky just right but all you see is gray. Perhaps you’re sitting in the theater watching a powered face lady with her mouth hanging open, but all you hear is silence.
The cakes smelled of fresh air. Pastries tasted of water. I had forgotten what sweet was. I was numb to the idea. With no sense of smell or taste, I gained no joy from the food I ate. I never ate out of pleasure but of sustenance for my body to continue another day.
I nodded to the boy with a thin smile on my lips. Though I would not find delight in the cakes and pastries of the bakery, the joy in my child’s eye was enough to satisfy me.
Visions of ecstasy Spinning in my mind. Overflowing through the valleys Filling everything but time.
But where am I? I fear I’ve gone too far Over the rainbow To an even brighter star.
Beyond the ordinary Eyes open to the flame. It’s here that lies my destiny A freshly cut new name
Where my souls finds it’s body We are ready for the climb I’ve read the signs before me And it says “now is my time”.
Lungs void of breath Veins filled with tears Heart in my hands I’ve lost you I fear.
Never morning or night No sun No moon No stars.
No guide to the end Just a flicker Then a scar.
Reaching for the empty stage I bow my head And I take the tread
Of a life here alone Or so it may be Until I bear witness To my heart’s quiet symphony.
Alice stormed into her room. Face red and wet from the bike ride home. Slamming the door behind her she dropped her bag onto the floor with a thud. There was silence for a moment before she walked furiously towards her nightstand. She opened the drawer and shuffled through her belongings until she found the cassette tape.
‘Dreaming of you’ was written in blue ink now smudged from her wet hands.
She held onto it for a moment before violently throwing it against the wall in front of her. Breaking the case open. Tape flickering about in the dark room lit by the moon. She screamed and lifted her hands as she tossed the lamp off the nightstand. The glass shattered into several small pieces.
“You son of a bitch!”, she grimaced under her breath as she picked up the metal fixture that once held the lamp together. Welding the new weapon she walked to the bathroom and before she could see herself she shattered the glass and letting out a cathartic scream.
Glass sprayed over the counter and the floor. She sobbed and looked at her fractured face in the mirror. Like a dream that was too difficult to recall.