A Death Called Dove

“What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.”
― Meredith Taylor

sweetesttootsieroll

Found then a little dove cowering in the birth of new

A blade came near and scant to miss

only a hairs breath relinquishing bliss

Flying before her time with wind both a friend and foe

Thinking to see, her wings grow tired

Blind fear rushes never more inspired

A shy grasp at what becomes a mysterious fateful lore

Trying but giving away the hidden life

Reduced to nothing and shut in by strife

Again the hungry clock stood its watch over gentle dove

Only to alight were she would never to fly

Wings fail to carry her to comforting sky

Talented feathery quills of reaching passion stoned to silence

Will giving her gifts to the clouds that call

Only create little pieces in the memory of all

Just dreams of doves laying torn in dawns fading embrace

O fragile dove you’ll ne’er see forever pain

Walking in silence ’cause your wings are maimed

Also published in Broowaha Citizen’s Magazine

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The Sound of Silence

 “When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.” – Yevgeny Yevtushenko

alexcorleone

I wish my tongue would stop moving. Just get stuck to the roof of my mouth, and never say anything again. After so many things being said that are ignored, mocked, or cause problems by simple statements. Problems not started or imagined by me, but by those paranoid and insecure souls around me. I just want silence. I’m tired of saying my peace trying to help people. Advice, wasted breaths. They don’t want it, I’m tired of giving it. So tired of talking, energy given that ‘s never returned. The words that burn to be said, let them smolder and die in my stomach. I won’t speak them, never reveal them. So many words, clutter in this world, a messy and disease ridden clutter. I close my mouth, did it really matter anyway? But, surely at some point in our history, words have helped shaped the course of lives and nations. What makes me think I can change my world by ideas expressed in words? What if just one person, lost in the anonymity of the internet, reading my words in some dark cave of seclusion, could resist an evil impulse, come to realize they are not alone, or find that they share a common experience? This is why I speak, it’s not the well that need a doctor, my words cannot help those who aren’t sick. I only want to help one, that crazy one that hopes someone understands.

Empty Victory – PTSD

“Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.”
― S. Kelley Harrell, Gift of the Dreamtime – Reader’s Companion 

philwicklund

Bend beneath and swerve around

All my troubles utter one great sound

Pulling the tapestry of life apart

Never in silence until I depart

Standing firm under a heavy break

Looking over the edge, a fall to take

Final swings in battles won

Left to victories empty sun

Laying all down in a sleepless bed

Battle scars never leave my head

Empty Victory – PTSD

“Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.”
― S. Kelley Harrell, Gift of the Dreamtime – Reader’s Companion 

philwicklund

Bend beneath and swerve around

All my troubles utter one great sound

Pulling the tapestry of life apart

Never in silence until I depart

Standing firm under a heavy break

Looking over the edge, a fall to take

Final swings in battles won

Left to victories empty sun

Laying all down in a sleepless bed

Battle scars never leave my head

Beautiful Silence – Words never heard, but plainly understood

“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
― Elbert Hubbard

 

bpl

Evening unexpected, a happening unforeseen

Things all new, before not a thought

Following the wild road

Only going where I don’t plan

Beautiful silence, the wind not whispering a thing

as it plays with your hair.

Beautiful silence, the moon quietly casting shadows

of our hands dancing together

Beautiful silence, the clouds a captive audience

to our tryst by the sea.

Seeing miracles as I let go

Holding you close a myth is born

The night still young with untapped energy

Laughter unfolds, unprovoked and easy

Beautiful silence, the wind not whispering a thing

as it plays with your hair.

Beautiful silence, the moon quietly casting shadows

of our hands dancing together

Beautiful silence, the clouds a captive audience

to our tryst by the sea.

Reality blurs into a dream

Thoughts quiet now except for the pursuit

Good things do happen, I take the chance

I wake with a smile, oh what a night.

Also published in Broowaha

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