Pathoses' sacrificial rainbow breath

solicits the unrivaled sternal ache

that spurns all just attempts to be confined

and levies shrill revenge for heart's Adored-

now sentenced to subjection without pause

to spend this lifetime in a noiseless cell.

Aphasic wails tattoo their glottal cell

with selfish blasts of frantic mourning breath

that riot pain, forsaking inward pause-

and mute alarms expose the guilty ache

that seeks escape to keen for its Adored,

hysterics solitarily confined.

Immobile airstreams choke on loss confined

by every suffocated larynx cell

within a sawdust throat that rasps 'Adored'

and thirsts for taintless, mountain-rainstorm breath;

alas, such punishment befits the ache

whose lonely penance segregates from pause.

Existence takes an anguish-sanctioned pause,

bemuzzled and unwillingly confined

in pity's dungeon edified by stony ache,

and empty years emaciate the cell

with secret weeping's paralytic breath

that cloaks in numbness to conceal Adored.

Unfocused memories obscure Adored

in fitful shadow smoke and whispered pause,

regret encumbering belabored breath

held hostage by a solemn life confined

to torment's dubious remembrance cell

that still abrades the scabby, ageless ache.

Faint murmurings bedim the hopeful ache

where love's resided, faithful and adored,

despite its rufous-speckled iron cell;

now wistfulness reclaims the will to pause,

surrender springing amnesty confined,

exhaustion reaches for joy's spectral breath.

Acquitted ache succumbed to astral pause;

at last, adored serenity's confined

and no one hears the cell's reposing breath.

When quiet falls and starlight’s dark,

your absence tolls the soul-

an untamed entity that pleads

for reminiscent drifts.

Untethered, toward the lie I fly,

through heavy round-topped clouds

whose virgin rain streaks new tattoos

upon my windburnt skin

until warm astral threads descend

to weave ambrosial robes

of velvet wildflower sprouts

whose potpourri's serene.

Aglide, I trail the brilliant spill

and billowed pearl unfurls

to form a dancing rainbow wake

beneath His righteous light.

No sooner does a yawning lawn

appear to wizened eyes,

then sound returns to pierce my ears

with love's unspoilt voice.

We're running, then– defy goodbye–

embrace with rapt hellos,

aware of every hymn time trills

on dreamland's clock– tick-tock.

Warm saline flows, enshrouds my mouth,

as depth begins to dim;

alone, but for this taste I wake–

to grief condemned again.

Sorry, friends, this isn't a poem. I just wanted to express how thankful I am to have the app back! Perhaps it will motivate me to write more...

Looking forward to reconnecting with old friends and making new ones!

Things have been crazy busy in my life since my last post. I have TWO grandsons who keep me on my toes, but who also have made this life so much more wondrous! I have also lost my maternal grandmother and my four-legged child, though, so I obviously have some grief to work through. This summer we drove 1200 miles to adopt a dog who is pure chaos. His name is Lewis. I'm cautiously optimistic about this new year. Cheers!

Tender seedling emerges through frost-hardened earth,

small sprout whose delicate leaves unfurl,

encouraged by willful, attentive sunbeams

and roborant, meandrous snowmelt streams.

Then, bolstered by nature's eternal tough love,

'mid storms and droughts, and plenty thereof,

supported by delicate suckling roots,

a daisy buds atop one shoot.

The stretching days leisurely court shy sepals,

thus unveiling ivory petals~

velvety slips encircling orbed yellow,

a commix of brilliant and mellow.

Resplendent blossom, fragrant and open wide,

standing tall awaiting summertime,

there's nothing to fear, so exhale your bound breath

such graceful pith will always abet.

Sorry I've been absent for a while...I needed some time to just be lazy. I gardened, kayaked, swam, played games, and enjoyed my family. Unfortunately, that means I forgot to screenshot the challenge from Prose last week...I still like to write for them even if I miss the deadline. Oh well. What I feel terrible about is missing all of your pieces, which I'll try to catch up on soon! Much love, everyone!❤️

Baptisia cowered under autumn's ceaseless heat,

distressed and graying 'long the garden fence,

as rusty grass rove under gelid feet

at peace with recompensing cancer's debt.

Pellucid limbs reposed atop a squab,

assuaged by sun-baked warmth and downy fluff,

and once the lancinations dulled to throbs,

he addressed the doting boy aside his cuff:

"'My son, the quiet grows too loud to spurn;

like windless days that sap the stream bed dry

and unseen flames devour'ng bees and birds,

the stillness belays fear and prompts goodbye-

but know I'll still protect you from above

until the day our souls unite again,

'cause even death can't quell a father's love;

embrace me in your memories 'til then...'

and that, old friend, is what you must relay

when Junior holds your paw and cries my name."

Sippin', smokin', privately-

no filter needed here-

holding hands with liberty,

resplendent in our queer.

Judgements paused, no snide remarks-

defenses are relaxed-

shielded from the hate that lurks,

beyond the curtained glass,

guarding freedom, happiness,

and covenants of love

'gainst rainbow letters that address

inequities~~~~~ENOUGH!

White sunlight casts upon closed lids

a fi'ry sunset glow,

as 'neath me fledgling grasses chill-

a paradox bestowed.

Ripe lilac breezes punctuate

the pressing troposphere,

plush purple wisps that twist and skate

through winter-ravaged nares.

Stout aster stems doth hold aloft

prismatic butterflies

with velvet tongues that seek the gloss

of nectar's sticky prize.

The plodding drone of laden bees

augments the brook's frore flux-

a limpid backyard symphony

'pon which my pith can sup.

I decamped Le Sphinx when curfew broke,

before sun's rays had dawned,

ensoddened by the German blokes

that haunted la maison.

Midst fetid fog of poverty,

I lugged my bones toward home

to pen tales of debauchery

with goss relayed in code.

'Cause high-born whores knew how to read,

but few could also write,

the SOE enlisted me

to help France in her plight.

Young soldiers bragged of strategies

when plied with alcohol;

spilled secrets faster than their seed

as I held them in thrall.

Their leaders then paid half a franc

per sex-enshrouded word,

which netted thrice my nightly bank

for stories thus conferred.

The Nazi presses pumped my vice

throughout the Paris streets,

out to the demarcation line

with unsuspecting speed.

For three long years I undermined

their tyrranous regime;

amassing wealth, I walked the line,

avenging the marquis.

The pungent froth of evening tide

caressed my weary toes

as golden sands of Surya's Pride

chafed restlessly below.

Soft footprints, fleeting, ebbed away,

dispatching mid-life strife,

alongside revelers that sang

a happy birthday rhyme.

Balloons on strings trailed merrily

behind the boist'rous girls,

whose cake-smeared smiles' ecstasy

outshone their baby pearls.

My green-eyed gaze burned through the crowd,

o'er presents piled high,

when sirens screeched like hawks on scout

within my wounded mind.

'Pon rubber legs besmote by wind,

compelled, I crossed the beach,

his scent exhumed from mem'ries dimmed

by time's succ'ring concrete.

My dinner roiled up my throat

and ghostly pain stabbed deep

as children blindly stood too close

to vice disguised as meek.

Fresh waves of filth crashed through my veins,

then streaked down crimson cheeks,

betraying the enduring shame

I earned when /I/ was three.

'Oh, Papa, come. You play with us,'

a guileless pixie begged;

her trusting dimples froze my pulse

and turned my vision red.

Resolved to save that precious soul

from deviant abuse,

I closed moist lids to wrest control

and bind the trauma bruise.

Between the space of heartbeats' whoosh,

revenge played out the scene

I'd dreamt of since I'd understood

the wrong he'd done to me:

~I melt his bloody, iron sword

right off its tarnished hilt,

then quench it in the ocean's roar

and watch him writhe with guilt.~

Profound regret blew through my lips

in lieu of vi'lent deeds

and fantasy was fast eclipsed

when opened eyes revealed

a withered monster, long past prime,

who paused and held my stare-

his look contrite for heinous crimes,

it pled for me to spare.

Protectiveness at war with hope,

like mountain trees fight storms,

I slid my finger 'cross my throat-

a gesture to forewarn.

The solace that my silence lent

eased furrows on his brow-

a conscience firmly on the mend

while /my/ hell was aroused.

Yet, as they passed, the blazing sun

was quenched by turquoise waves

and to forgiveness I succumbed

as moonlight took its place.

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