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How cold the sky
that strikes me blind--
I look into the grey
and it devours me.
If I could wrench heaven
from behind that concrete palisade,
would it fall too fast
and crush me?
I prayed for rain;
imagining they're pieces of grace,
torn from the hem of God.
I'd give my soul to drown in them,
to open my lungs and drown in them.
O Lord, flood me!
Where is my faith,
that I call to God for such an end?
My hope is washed away,
leaves on a river,
bleached of color.
Tear from my throat
this wordless despair,
cast it down from me,
wrest it from my chest--
it throttles my conviction.
For all the dreams I've had,
they rend my waking mind.
And for all my aspirations,
I am nothing.
that strikes me blind--
I look into the grey
and it devours me.
If I could wrench heaven
from behind that concrete palisade,
would it fall too fast
and crush me?
I prayed for rain;
imagining they're pieces of grace,
torn from the hem of God.
I'd give my soul to drown in them,
to open my lungs and drown in them.
O Lord, flood me!
Where is my faith,
that I call to God for such an end?
My hope is washed away,
leaves on a river,
bleached of color.
Tear from my throat
this wordless despair,
cast it down from me,
wrest it from my chest--
it throttles my conviction.
For all the dreams I've had,
they rend my waking mind.
And for all my aspirations,
I am nothing.
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and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
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after the tone
visiting hours are permanently over. goodbyes by voice mail goodbyes by cassette tape or too late for tangible correspondence; now by way of desperate prayer the gasp then, to heaven when hope collapses, the interrupted hallelujah, and all the sacrilege in that silence. transient transforms into endless quarantine -- isolation by the veil of death.
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self-organized
the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.
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For reasons that will be forever unbeknownst to me, I was hit by this overwhelming sense of grief and dispair when I woke up. I wrote down this poem as it came to me.
It should be sung, almost like a chant or a psalm, and in that form it seems to be the most powerful.
It should be sung, almost like a chant or a psalm, and in that form it seems to be the most powerful.
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Gorgeous work as always, Lizzie!
I'm sorry you felt that way, but as I write this, I must say your piece reminded me of the precious gift we've been given: the ability and desire to pour our hearts onto the page, distilling our emotions and thoughts, a syllabic catharsis if you will.
This was a wonderful piece. As others commented before me, I was struck by the hem-of-God reference. It immediately made me think of the woman who reached out her hand in faith, touching His garment, to connect with His power.
"My hope is washed away,
leaves on a river,
bleached of color. " Exactly. Well said. Been there many times.
Have a great day!
I'm sorry you felt that way, but as I write this, I must say your piece reminded me of the precious gift we've been given: the ability and desire to pour our hearts onto the page, distilling our emotions and thoughts, a syllabic catharsis if you will.
This was a wonderful piece. As others commented before me, I was struck by the hem-of-God reference. It immediately made me think of the woman who reached out her hand in faith, touching His garment, to connect with His power.
"My hope is washed away,
leaves on a river,
bleached of color. " Exactly. Well said. Been there many times.
Have a great day!