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Sometimes

26 Tuesday Mar 2013

Posted by myrthryn in Poetry

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amnesia, banshee, child abuse, Fear, hate, love, memories, motherhood, Pain, Poem, Poetry, relationships

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Sometimes. Sometimes,
even your mother gets it,
against all the odds
of accumulating wisdom.

Though, this nagging presence
is nightmare-born from the gutters
of yesterdays’ guilts,
like ghosts impaled by the want of forgetting,
love-screeched banshees
peeling fingernails back,
down, down against the black.

Pain breaks slowly through the ground
of graves trampled to often and too early,
past the scorch of frozen barrenness
as buttercup and daffodil,
shallow and bitter,
shadow things to be
and to be forgotten.

(posted for open link night at DversePoets)

Baskets

13 Wednesday Feb 2013

Posted by myrthryn in Poetry

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baskets, coral, memories, mind, Pain, paradise, pleasure, Poem, Poetry, sponges

Time fleshes to baskets,
bound with pleasure and pain,
like neurosis, tightly woven.

Pain constricts the warp,
pleasure loosens the weave.
Tangled, they hold memories;
yet with tears, but a sieve.

Droughtless sponges
rooted to the well of souls.
Too many insecured,
blanch to dryness, desert.

Without as within.
Feel the emotion
to water
paradise.

[The Vagabonds]

20 Thursday Sep 2012

Posted by myrthryn in Uncategorized

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crows, Emily Pauline Johnson, memories, Mohawk, Native American, Poem, Poetry, vagabond, west

The Vagabonds
by Emily Pauline Johnson

What saw you in your flight to day,
Crows, swinging your homeward way?

Went you far in carrion quest,
Crows, that worry the sunless west?

Thieves and villains,  you shameless things!
Black your record as black your wings.

Tell me, birds of the inky hue,
Plunderous rogues – to-day have you

Seen with mischievous, prying eyes
Lands where earlier suns arise?

Saw you a lazy beck between
Trees that shadow its breast in green,

Teased by obstinate stones that lie
Crossing the currents tauntingly?

Fields abloom on the farther side
With purpling clover lying wide-

Saw yoy there as you circled by,
Vale-environed a cottage lie,

Girt about with emerald bands,
Nestling down in its meadow lands?

Saw you this on your thieving raids?
Speak. – you rascally renegades!

Thieved you also away from me
Olden scenes that I long to see ?

If, O ! crows, you have flown since morn
Over the place where I was born,

Forget will I,  how black you were
Since dawn, in feather and character;

Absolve will I,  your vagrant band
Ere you enter your slumberland.

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