Deliverance

on the edge of tomorrow
my breath burst into silvery stars &
swelled
to touch the moon’s reflection
in a single tear
that sprang from wonder.

in this muted affection
you can still perceive
a slight trace of home,
calling endlessly.

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Paper Cuts

your story lingers
not in those letters ~
your feeble voice
never ruffled fragile pages,
nor did your truth
ever drip from fear-tainted quill

your story lingers
not on the cover ~
you never made it through
the cracks that hold a symphony
of old & worn

your story lingers
in paper cuts, resonant
on eager fingers, now stilled ~
then
I still had reason
to decipher you.

The Day Cruella De Vil Barked Up The Wrong Tree

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Cruella once told me to embrace my demon-stuffed destiny. She stirred puppy stew, elegantly, while forcing me to sew a black & white quilt. It turned out gray – I cheated – and she buried her daggered fingertips in my cerebral cortex. I broke my favorite cup of heartache (and her nose) as a parting gift, and left the door ajar. Cerberus would surely want to deal with her howls, would surely want to even the scales.
That day, I watched him paint the walls red.

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Mary Kling over at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to dive into Disney’s world for Poetics today. I went for prosy, quirky, and a little dark… just a little. Heh.
Come join us at the bar!

Wasted Gift

light
turns to dust
on the stony floor
of mortality.
the shades we wear
are too dark
to see
it
go to ground.
all those
particles –
sparkling;
and we
wade,
knee-deep,
in the thoughtful gift
meant to uplift.

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photo credits: openwalls.com

Love (un-twined)

Total eclipse;
where lovers once embraced
darkness lingers;
ashes of vivid flames
still hot on soul’s naked surface

Ruin rages
bitterness gags reason,
passion turns on itself, reveals sharp fangs
and,
stirred by dire injury,
sets out
to cripple,
to maim

Undying love
they swore, voices steady;
once treasured memories
turned to gaping wounds;
tears dry
on hollow cheeks;
agony drips venom
on dull-edged hearts

Consciousness takes hold;
long, sleepless nights reveal
foolishness
of a battle fought
with teeth and nails;
anger fades
and fades
and fades…
with each day
comes an easier breath

Endings are never easy;
and if feelings were true,
under the watchful eye
of the hourglass
love
turns to hurt
turns to hate
turns to heartache
turns to indifference
turns to truce.

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Over at dVerse Poets’ Pub, ManicDdaily has us writing about armistice/truce. This is what I came up with. Come join us at the bar!

photo credits: davidalbarron.blogspot.com

Identity

… after an interesting conversation i had quite early this morning (with a tired, but still very inspiring person in a different time zone), i realized something.
my blogs are all me… very personal, but for some reason i kept hiding behind a certain name.
i couldn’t stop thinking about it.

so… i decided to change that.

hi, my name is Miriam.
nice to meet you.

Unravel|Uplift

bits and pieces
of a shattered year
coalesce;

and from
acutely despised rubble
evolves a clarity ~
so blinding;
so vigorous…

it courses; to melt
or advance
the human eye.

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photo credits: scientificamerican.com

Dear Past,

you have haunted me for quite a while now.

this morning, i woke up feeling something… extraordinary.

the anger was gone.
just gone.
poof.

i have no idea how long it has been.
it feels like a lifetime.
i always figured i would feel somewhat naked without it, but i don’t. it just feels… lighter somehow. i like it.
so, after receiving such a great gift, i stepped up and took the newfound opportunity.
i wrote something.
to someone.
i got rid of the last few scraps of hurt still floating around in my mind. it felt… good. those words out there, no longer sharpened and shaped by anger… i have to admit i was a bit proud of myself.
i said what i wanted to say. what needed to be said.
i paved the road for someone… and what that someone makes of it… no longer up to me.
i removed a burden not meant for me to carry. sweet relief.

my dear past, i want to thank you.

thank you for finally letting me slip out of your grasp… for letting me see, that there is something else waiting for me. something different from painful memories. it is such a good feeling to start blinking again.

thank you for letting me wake up today… feeling like this.
thank you for letting go of me.

forever grateful,
the former fist of anger