Earth; Body; Mother
a poetry collection in progress
By Daphne
requiemchosen glories sold herto spirits fallenunwelcome, bemoaning fortunebut desperations knew,it was the playand for finding love's return
blindersgrifters shrouded their beaksa well-worn insanitylapsing tricks, rigging malicetoo long had she misunderstoodforsaken: the signsher need to believe,and more for every lost week,in harrowers allthe rupturing wound's honoryearned for creation,of squalls justifiableto last until an end
prayer (one)ocean homebecome me nowtake grasp of all I leftmake it real
harmonyclouds joiningstoneworks of etherburn soulful coursesfree her,usinto the skyfinding love made freelywithin the forest she'll find me
slow downsenses overwhelmcollisionher stillness was motionsustained perfection the remaking ever overundoing the woman,one late woven dreamof craft — a feelingand she understood;it was complete
never yet
wishing to speak—asking anewfailing, broken, but bellowed; of fearlessness and trustpatterns borne proved horrors boughtglimpses seen, the samedreams were heavens turned dreadful in wakingmen’s grace showered splendor on lies, it seemed;their secrets she believeddestruction for nothingthe dismay: illuminationand crouching ghouls huddled, taking,stealingher lot, made to furrows of the browit wasn’t their timenot yet
chamberedthe woman’s furnace fired, knowing: she was still aliveenoughand so perhaps her heart would beat again
livesto restto feelearned in a smilelosingdyingand forever againa oncean alwaysfor how she lived
and again, and againscents of grace she earnedtoo pure and great, so manyroutes claimed ahead were deathsher own, but every other’s firstbelief made ruins to feelwhy not and how: who knew?someone must teach herit lives foreverthen tell me again
ritesechoes laced bled her mindwanting, teethingof remembrancefiercest strength in barenessa touch — the tastesurrenderedclung to bindingstwists and knots inside, beneathwith prayers to loseshe won
stolenrecords strewn by sorrow;fateful simplicitiescarved inches earning listless milesunbroken, she remainedwhile silence kept stealing,forgettingreborn of wonder and bleakness alikenow golden insidein allowance for othersher love was a theft
harmonyclouds joiningstoneworks of etherburn soulful coursesfree her,usinto the skyfinding love made freelywithin the forest she'll find me
slow downsenses overwhelmcollisionher stillness was motionsustained perfection the remaking ever overundoing the woman,one late woven dreamof craft — a feelingand she understood;it was complete
never yet
wishing to speak—asking anewfailing, broken, but bellowed; of fearlessness and trustpatterns borne proved horrors boughtglimpses seen, the samedreams were heavens turned dreadful in wakingmen’s grace showered splendor on lies, it seemed;their secrets she believeddestruction for nothingthe dismay: illuminationand crouching ghouls huddled, taking,stealingher lot, made to furrows of the browit wasn’t their timenot yet
chamberedthe woman’s furnace fired, knowing: she was still aliveenoughand so perhaps her heart would beat again
livesto restto feelearned in a smilelosingdyingand forever againa oncean alwaysfor how she lived
and again, and againscents of grace she earnedtoo pure and great, so manyroutes claimed ahead were deathsher own, but every other’s firstbelief made ruins to feelwhy not and how: who knew?someone must teach herit lives foreverthen tell me again
ritesechoes laced bled her mindwanting, teethingof remembrancefiercest strength in barenessa touch — the tastesurrenderedclung to bindingstwists and knots inside, beneathwith prayers to loseshe won
stolenrecords strewn by sorrow;fateful simplicitiescarved inches earning listless milesunbroken, she remainedwhile silence kept stealing,forgettingreborn of wonder and bleakness alikenow golden insidein allowance for othersher love was a theft
