Christian, General bewilderment, Poetry

the deafening…

 

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quiet

of the mirror falling

breaking into shards of rain

 

The welcome filling

of  unwelcome cracks

in the halls of the criminally sane.

 

The midnighting of light

and the folding of the fan of every colour

into its resting place

 

the praying of the weary

the relief in flowing tears, theres no grieving

for the mirror’s freak showed face.

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photo credit: Alex Voigt

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Christian, Fiction, prose

she left

She heard them! The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel!

She was right to leave.
And she didn’t just walk. She floated. On the weightless tears of Another.
He turned her back, from face down, and she left forever.
Right out of that grave.

 

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She climbed for the view…

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over all of the pieces

missing in action

 

but so far from field

she was too high to collect

any meaningful

 

semblance of early

configurations of their

mis-relationship.

 

She had to go down

and follow the river bed,

to lie underneath,

 

to wait in the depths.

Heart broken by the sight and

defibrillated

 

by the breath of One

already there, bleeding out

poem’s syllables.

 

 

 

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something (part two)

 

Midnight tunes

thought balloons

filled in, and

it’s coming around again.

 

misplaced clowns

haunted frowns

shaving paint

the mirror’s afloat again.

 

poignant eyes

bleed unlies

trip that thread

now what did they mean again?

 

If I had words I’d tell you

I don’t walk miles to let you know

you are near and so far

my most unimagined song.

 

I don’t climb but I see you

I don’t dig but I rest beneath

those salient words that you breathe

I’m drenched in unimagined air…

 

something (part one, revised)

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