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NowhereThey were everything, the stars –
their hope we harbored in our pockets,
and it seeped under our fingernails in the winter cold
until we bled and breathed them, believed
their possibilities cupped like fireflies
in our hands – we went to sleep to them
and woke to their memory, dreamed
them in between – we ourselves
piloting the ships of tomorrow.

They called us, stringing their melodies
down to earth in half-remembered
filaments of color: we whispered our promises
up in return, the four of us,
our breaths frosting windows as we
stared up and pointed at the darkening sky.

Lodged in our eyes and minds, the stars,
and thNowhere7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Meta Carpals and Breakfast

Early sun deafens
as crusty eyelids flutter
to the smell of toasted bagels.
Cold tiles underfoot mingle with muffled birdsong
illuminating the noise.

I amble to the eternal hum of
the browning toaster
and the grandpa tone
of my fridge. Bone bowl and silver spoon
on the marble counter;
a snatch of tilted cereal box
spills oat grain across patterned stone,
mimicking my scattered senses.

My hand flails but flakes slip
between joints; failure drips,
double decker red,
from my tongue.

In these granite crevices lie
my waning fictions; crumbled
nutrition and fruitless future of
the one that crossed
my knuckles like a Meta Carpals and Breakfast7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

The MessengerThe sun, filtered to clotted cream yoghurt through early morning haze,
hasn’t yet dried the grey dew, which I flick with white boots leaving
a ski-trail from the patio to the files of bees, whose murmurs
jog me back to an infant school assembly before the hymn.
My bees, quite used to me, take two squeezes of smoke
in this wet chill to appease their erinaceous slumber,
save one lonely returnee who, heavy with cold
and gossip, alights my held honeycomb
The Messenger7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

the restaurant at the end of..heading to the four corners of nowhere.
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
screech of ducks swooping How did we fly here?
while we're rolling in the muddy banks of a tributary, listening to the
songs of carp, warbled through the crystal curtains.
drawn, draped and tangled so we're up to our knees in the
ice, blanketed and trudging through autumnal reeds -
coloured like a quoll scrabbling across a desert of
gum leaves collected into jackets we match with koala-skin boots.
we stroll sweating along trails with undefined edges and stray
only for toilet breaks amongst beetles, chitinthe restaurant at the end of..7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Flayed SoulDemon dusk encircled me
Heart a ravaged land
Tore by lies

They tasted my loss
Flickering tongues delight
Feeling my soul open
To their touches

Foul breeze kissed sin
Cage a broken bird
Limp in grace

They know my taint
Caressing vapors burn
Feeling my mind fall
To their offers

Statue
Fear boils, watched pot
Never showing
Stale

Putrid
Tendrils claim, ghosted fog
Never shirking
Accept

Embraced
Ichor laced skin
Frayed threads

Claimed
Tear drowned faith
Shattered dreams

I belong
At last

Taken in
By him

the one that crossed
my knuckles like a ring seeking
the perfect finger.Flayed Soul7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

I.

The bees picked up from my garden
In the swelt of an August noon;
         To leave such loose blossoms behind
         And fly –
Pallid in death,
As they swell in their race
         To touch the tarpaulin sky.

I watch them lumber, now
Through air congealed
         With ghasts of smoke
         And a meagre scant of sorrow.
And my heart might stop for fear of a future.

II.

Such love was like a fire –
         A touch that scarred a blazed redemption;
Pleasure in pain and raging glory.
Such a violent anguish
         Is mine,
To love, to hold, to cherish
And so save from a timeless transience.

And her eyes might melt 057 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

last night cracks...

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Last night cracks, falls away
beneath an unfading light—
the world twirls relentlessly
days untold.
She is:
spinning through nothing at all
walking a life of unbeing:
being unable to not unlive.

Sure the moon gets ogled (as it,
in fact, should) by poets and lovers,
the stars each night, launch a thousand
wishful dreams and songs.

But what about the day,
doeslast night cracks...7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Reflection of a Shooting StarFrosty night air with sky so clear
the Stars look like new.
Bright and twinkling they shine,
surreal luminescence all that keeps
the soft, white world
from drifting into utter Despair.
Their glow dances upon the frozen fabric,
twisting the threads and weave.
Then, as if to stave off the night,
a star shoots forth from the heavens,
Falling to earth in splendor magnified,
and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
heading to the four corners of nowhere.Reflection of a Shooting Star7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

signs of sameness

We were strangers but for the signs
of sameness that beckoned,
softly, to me:

His voice was pitched a perfect
fifth below mine –
I could hear the harmonies
of spoken-word already
spreading white and lacy from head
to curving breastbone.

His fingers curled
around a pen, tenderly clutching:
a lover's embrace.
It was dull and scratched, like the pen
blossoming blue flowers
messily in my hand.

And last,
he had a writer's scar –
a line of ink drifting
lazy past his thumb, like
the one that crossed
my knuckles like a ring seeking
the perfect finger.signs of sameness7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Her Name Is LukaHer Name Is Luka

She sits primly, her legs crossed—
her mother always harped on perfect
posture—but now, she is seeking
for the correct white key, like
a chicken: hunting and pecking fingers
at last arrive on the wrong one.

She hoped most of all to be left alone
in the dark, fingers and laces and stays crossed,
while she cried, gently tracing with her finger
the roundness of a bruise, and tried to perfect
the arpeggios, in hopes that someone would like
her, love her, and end her tired hide-and-seeking.

She is still hiding, but no longer seeking
for a knight in shining armor, someone
handsome, someone she could like.
Her jaw isHer Name Is Luka7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Silence of the Darknessher voice half heard as something overhead
-- a splash of white against the wavering sky --
drones through the clouds, mechanical, bereft.

It was the shouting of the brightness
And the notes of gloom sung out on high
It was the tear in Heaven's fabric
And the shape of all her many scars

She spoke in reverant voices
As the priests would, to their King
For the one who heard her call
Sits above the darkened skies

In the place where teardrops gather
She shall cry this time forever
Till she see's what Heaven knows
Something time will never show

Still drones the silence of the darkness
And the earth's echoed empty song
She still siSilence of the Darkness7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

StarlightThe pale glow of moonlight
Illuminates my eyes outlined
In a delicate jade of envy
And my lips painted
In a rosy shade of desire.

With no more than a
Cloak of worry and fear
Draped about my shoulders,
I take comfort in the jewels of the
Stars above my head.

You also seem to enjoy the
Stars and their brilliance; my angel
As you live among their beauty
And capture the hardened heart
That I have long sought to
Give to another.

You beckon me into your
Welcome arms as you call to me
With the poetry of love,
And to reach you I must abandon
The worries that make me
Forever human.

As I slip my fears from
Off my shoulders, I eaStarlight7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Revolt

They would meet at the weeping willows
for a thousand and one nights
it seems
cigarettes were lit in the moonlight
the revolution burning within

the sacred cause
the pride
the need
scorched them
sending them, unfurling, to the sky as smoke

Many suns and moons had passed
plans fine tuned and readied
yet there was only one thing
they never dreamt of

death

This venture, this revolt
was part of him
his inspiration
his flame

Each one of them was proselytized
hand chosen
for and by him

His last breath shook them
burned them
took their purpose away

They met once more by the willows
the black river running deep, siRevolt7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Inside a Velveteen boxSeven years of silence,
of silent apprehension and excitement,
much like a child on Christmas Eve.
I am waiting for Santa to arrive
to give my most coveted present.
In that box that lay across the table
velvet-covered and red,
like the blood that gushed towards my face.
You said naught a word,
looking everywhere
yet nowhere near where I sat.
I,
feeling so near yet so far away
Your hands, they were clasped together.
Wringing themselves around,
like the knot that binds thieves and prisoners.
The air soon became misty
like the fog on a rainy morning,
engulfing me completely
and suffocating my very being.
It was then.
You Inside a Velveteen box7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

On Red Wings

She's a singer, on the wings of sparrows,
The one who calms storms with her voice.
When we crashed on the clouds,
We thought we were done.

Something spared me the silence,
Something cold touched my shoulder,
A soft hand, I recognized the smell.
A hand softer then the clouds I touched.

She sang that day, and I cried.
I tried to come to my senses,
But these days can't be remembered,
But they stay stored away safe somewhere.

I flew on red wings towards this love,
She sang to me, and I sat silent.
Her singing like the cooing of the dove,
Me the most attentive audience.

But terrible things were in motion,
And after that day I coulOn Red Wings7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Love AffairI could say once upon a time in my rhyme,
--the gentle breeze through the trees--
But my tale is not like others, like a gale
--the sunlight fading into night--
Those are, mine is as a gentle star
--simply breathe into me--
Or a sweet lovers breath under the covers.
--butterflies into the skies--
'Twas a midsummer day,
--to walk and to talk--
Two young lovers strolled along,
--arm in arm--
And stopped at the hilltop.
--loving sighs under golden skies--
They sat upon a bench and held on,
--embraces and kissed faces--
To each other, their one and only lover,
--he yearns for something for her--
The man put his coat into her hanLove Affair7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

To Spin Flax into Gold, You...To Spin Flax into Gold, You Need a Very Special Wheel

Who? Four starting starlets crossing
streets of cities with designer jackets
purposefully striding westward

And What? And jigsaw puzzle pieces
scattered in frustration on the carpet
after the final one is missing

And Where? And paths that follow game trails
beaten from the jungle by repeated naked feet
trace erratic roadways to the highlands

And When? And curled into a poet is the window
observing and recording with purpose and frustration
beating meaning from a lazy afternoon:

and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
starburst of four kittens under a lid of ice
heading toTo Spin Flax into Gold, You...7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

ThoughtsSoft, gentle,
Hesitant,
Frightened.
Many thoughts have crossed my mind as of late.
Fear.
Of loves gone past.
Fear.
Facing the pain of history.
Mine.
But why do I allow petty emotions to stop me?
Halt me in my tracks.
Stem the flow of thought.
Thoughts of love.
Passion.
Trickling condensation leaking down the windowsill.
Whispered nothings.
Words that mean everything.
Thoughts too soft to be spoken -
Love.
Always thinking.
Now, the act.
You -
the one that crossed
my knuckles like a ring seeking
the perfect finger.Thoughts7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Letting goEyes cast down
With no admission of disappointment the company
Dispersed and prepared to land in the city.

She did not want
People to know
She was broken apart
And disappointed
Her life was ending
And it was in her hands

She took her steps
Through the building
Clutching on to
The banister
Like it was her dear life
She suddenly let go
Like she was about to do

She made her way up
Avoiding the looks and the stares
She obviously didn't work there
But they all knew why she had come here

On the roof
She walked to edge
Was she going to take
The only thing she had left

She suddenly leaped
Into the air
And with her
Letting go7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

AeroplaneOn blue canvas and no borders, no lines, no form
calling odd-shaped animals with woolen fur
-- a kitty you cared for hovers above us --

--green blades breaking skin painted sunlight--
fingers curling into fingers, into palms, into moments,
the body in temporary rising to the sky and

her voice half heard as something overhead
-- a splash of white against the wavering sky --
drones through the clouds, mechanical, bereft.Aeroplane7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

I'll always wonderIt was buried beneath a mound of dirt
Lost in wonder and a world of hurt
Memories had already long since faded
But there it was, if a little jaded

Still I'll always wonder of
the one that crossed
my knuckles like a ring seeking
the perfect finger.I'll always wonder7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

And Stars Headingand what of the times when I'm so lost
Stars are shining in the bright day
Heading for the times when I'm away..

and when is the moment when I'm near
star-burst shining forth its light
heading backwards through the stream

and now I'll say just one more thing
Stars are clinging over me
Heading up for one last time around

and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
heading to the four corners of nowhere.And Stars Heading7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Three WarriorsThe air was dark, and full of fear,
She knew that warriors three were near.
The stars were falling, falling true
Though still the sky was shining blue.
Mournfully she looked abroad
To where the warriors should have trod.
But they were looking out away
Gave no thinking to this darkened day

The first of these, he felt the call
As the girl, she sure did fall
But he was thinking else wise then
And he wouldn't go, had he been
Another heard, the noise resounds
He turned to see, just like the hounds
Crying out, he said her name
Teardrops fall, he's full of shame

This sure man ran, to help the girl
But she was down, all in a whirl
LThree Warriors7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

Starlight GlintThe shine in her eyes.
Such a cosmic proportion.
Though I have never met her.
I wonder if she has been around.
Since the beginning of time.

Her smile.. her grace.
Like a comet in space.
Growing, growing with the passage of time.

Who is she? Who was she?
Time passed. Seasons changed.
Yet through the ages..
In her eyes, the starlight glint remained.

Whence she came, where she went.
From me, the mystery abstains.
Who is she -that she has cosmic refrains?

Today, tonight, tomorrow, the answer constrained.
Though it may prove indelible.
I entreat you this time.. fore the cosmic refrains.

Her starlight glints.. Dashing in her eyeStarlight Glint7 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp

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