Sharpen your voice with less
Nice Prompt! Thank you for doing this!
I filled in your silence
with poetry.
Convinced myself
You were
writing love to me.
https://indoldrumtimes.substack.com/
Do you wake at dawn,
Or of’en sleep in?
Do you silently moan,
Or simply give in?
Tell me.
with deep exhale your amber light finds me
your warmth seeps into my aching bones
tender fingers knead the knots with knowing
your breath a pillow,
where my heavy head finds home.
once we dreamed of streetcleaners
who would turn our leaves into birds
but the blood no longer dreams of flying
the rain is full of holes
we’re at one with the season
that will not come
--RS (first line is title)
Kindling
Branches give their lives
to start a blaze, warm the night.
That's not enough.
Add newspaper, ink in fusing air
with lost words.
Throw in a pile of old photographs,
maybe frozen moments will unthaw.
"frozen moments" 🖤
True love does not shout command
Nor find its strength in cries
It takes a quiet wonder for its tone
In muted silence to admire
The naked other stripped of any lies.
JLR
Awake before
the sun again,
I walk the room –
on our night table,
your abandoned comb.
– RC
Lightly as an eyelash
Light blesses your face
Glass saint’s lost halo hovering
Brazen breeze unmasks your repose
Shattering serenity into jagged anger
landscape
slides below
interruption
puffy white clouds
becoming a sheet of frothy icing
Randy Roberts May 6, 2017
https://open.substack.com/pub/dyingslowlybyyourside/p/flying
some days,
i forgive the world in silence.
not because it asked,
but because i needed the peace
more than the apology.
If I could ask the world a favor,
I’d ask for it to be gentle with me.
I’ll be anything you want me to be,
As long as you never ask,
for me to be me.
no friends or home
I’m often alone
with the dark skies at night
I come alive
Still I feel alone
The Catkins,
Trembling,
Waiting,
Ready,
Now.
My soul whispers yes
Only silence and hope sits between us
There is no demand, no expectation
But as her hand touches mine
Moon hums,
Night sighs,
Time flickers,
Silence stretches,
Light follows light.
This one is full of sound 🖤
Thank you! I really enjoyed that challenge. ☺️
What if to heal isn’t enough?
What if to heal isn’t it?
What if to heal isn’t easy?
What if to heal isn’t happiness?
What if you live and heal.
Nice Prompt! Thank you for doing this!
I filled in your silence
with poetry.
Convinced myself
You were
writing love to me.
https://indoldrumtimes.substack.com/
Do you wake at dawn,
Or of’en sleep in?
Do you silently moan,
Or simply give in?
Tell me.
with deep exhale your amber light finds me
your warmth seeps into my aching bones
tender fingers knead the knots with knowing
your breath a pillow,
where my heavy head finds home.
once we dreamed of streetcleaners
who would turn our leaves into birds
but the blood no longer dreams of flying
the rain is full of holes
we’re at one with the season
that will not come
--RS (first line is title)
Kindling
Branches give their lives
to start a blaze, warm the night.
That's not enough.
Add newspaper, ink in fusing air
with lost words.
Throw in a pile of old photographs,
maybe frozen moments will unthaw.
"frozen moments" 🖤
True love does not shout command
Nor find its strength in cries
It takes a quiet wonder for its tone
In muted silence to admire
The naked other stripped of any lies.
JLR
Awake before
the sun again,
I walk the room –
on our night table,
your abandoned comb.
– RC
Lightly as an eyelash
Light blesses your face
Glass saint’s lost halo hovering
Brazen breeze unmasks your repose
Shattering serenity into jagged anger
landscape
slides below
interruption
puffy white clouds
becoming a sheet of frothy icing
Randy Roberts May 6, 2017
https://open.substack.com/pub/dyingslowlybyyourside/p/flying
some days,
i forgive the world in silence.
not because it asked,
but because i needed the peace
more than the apology.
If I could ask the world a favor,
I’d ask for it to be gentle with me.
I’ll be anything you want me to be,
As long as you never ask,
for me to be me.
no friends or home
I’m often alone
with the dark skies at night
I come alive
Still I feel alone
The Catkins,
Trembling,
Waiting,
Ready,
Now.
My soul whispers yes
Only silence and hope sits between us
There is no demand, no expectation
But as her hand touches mine
My soul whispers yes
Moon hums,
Night sighs,
Time flickers,
Silence stretches,
Light follows light.
This one is full of sound 🖤
Thank you! I really enjoyed that challenge. ☺️
What if to heal isn’t enough?
What if to heal isn’t it?
What if to heal isn’t easy?
What if to heal isn’t happiness?
What if you live and heal.