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I See You…

Take my hand

You who reach out from amidst the deep shadow

The dark undergrowth parting reluctantly around your pale palm

Bloodless

Leached of all hope

This, your attempt, a surge of life unwilling

To be overlooked, avoided, forgotten

Ignored

It is but a dot

A single unremarkable spot amidst the darkness that shines

Almost too brightly, as though lit with a fervence to outdo your

Good heart.

Ruth. P. – 2016 ©

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Silent Symphonies

There is something contemplative about rain-clouds

Dark and solemn they rest on an invisible hierarchy

Though visible by day, at night they merge

Into the everlasting vastness of a deeper universe.

 

With flash and rumble they stand

Nature’s band, a cellist’s thrumming melody

Yet, more beautiful are the silent symphonies

The wild and vibrant heart of an elemental orchestra.

 

It howls, it whips, it builds, it strikes

The playful wind that heralds it’s path

Neither wisp of cloud nor tumbling bush

Remain where they were at journey’s start.

 

For all its loud, wide bluster though

The first raindrop but gently falls

It’s silence a contrast against the sound and show

Though it’s siblings follow with clamoring calls.

 

‘Tween cloud and earth these raindrops fall

Each seeded from the vast gray above

Those silent Masters of the Skies

Give generously where’er manan would.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Present

I’ve always loved the night

With its far flung dome

Of black and white

Twinkling and crinkling

Like so many pearls

Washed up and shining on a beach somewhere.

 

I used to sneak out of my room

Careful of every creak and groan

Loud silence echoing

With every cautious step

The Boogeyman grinning

Right over my shoulder; invisible.

 

The winds would whistle

The trees would creak

A silent orchestra wound up

Unseen fingers of sticks and reed

And still the night sky

Beckoned, imperious and enchanting.

 

I could feel the cold

Seep into my bones

A new sort of music

From chattering teeth

But those stars seemed to laugh at me

The universe was much colder.

 

For a long while

I stood there

Watching, waiting

Breathing; silent

Believing in miracles, hopeful

For what, I never knew.

 

At length I unbent

Huffed and puffed heavily

Warming frozen limbs to action

Seeking my warm bed

For cold comfort

The stars had not been kind.

 

I never knew what called me

Every winter night

To see them dancing

Across a brilliant sky

A shimmering gown of precious gems

A distant admiration.

 

Some hope still remains

Though I left those dreams in the cold

Long ago, in another life

But one day the stars returned

Cold, aloof, uncaring as always

And yet, unchanged, unending, constant.

 

As they had always been

Cold comfort was comfort still

A quiet assurance, a glimmering hope

Such as they could freely give

Bound with lasting enchantment

Equally drawn to me. Present.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Innocence

I see you standing there
Silent in the fury of foaming waters
Gazing out at the hues of pink
Melting into a ribbon of blue.

Not many come this way
As you do;
Stepping lightly onto grains of history
Submerged in the rushing tides.

Seasons don’t seem to hinder
Your barefoot negligence
But life birthed among the sands
Halts even your elfin tread.

I watch as you find your perch
On my first cousin,
Grey and cold; so unlike
Your rose-blushed youth.

Your gaze, verdant as the seas
In the shallows; widens
As you stand under the open heavens
Laden with clouds and stars alike.

I wish I was more weathered
Or less; So undiscriminating gravity
Could pull me ahead and on
To join you in your serious play.

Instead, here I remain
Observant as the ages
While you bathe the sea-kissed shifting sands
In the blessing of your sparkling laughter.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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On the Cusp

The curtain falls, but I

Can’t seem to move away

I’m staring at your face

Lost in memory’s haze.

 

You’re always by my side

You’ve kept me straight

Kept me from straying

I am bound to you.

 

Your insistence is unwavering

You say I don’t know you

I’m half-afraid you might be right

Though I know it isn’t true.

 

I hear you swear you’ll stay with me

You promise you’ll never leave

But there’s a part of you I’ve lost already

A side I’ll never see.

 

And there’s the cruel irony

For, my heart is filled

With sorrow, but

My mind; it knows relief.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Twilit Teachings

I have memories

Of long forgotten dreams

Kept inside my looking glass

Another reality

That only I can see

It may concern others

It only comforts me

I cannot imagine myself

Without all those strings and coils

Added to our mortal one

That we pretend to forget

Hoarding Life in all its frenzy

Every snippet a link

To a feeling we once felt

With a person, place or thing

Sometimes we let it all

Unravel past us

Watching them float past

Light as water

Formless as a drop of oil

Until we are once again

Little girls and little boys

Playing idly with

Dolls of leaves

Or horses made of sticks and weeds

Each with a mighty name

Champions of mud and pain

Most of what we learn you see

Of honour and nobility

Of banners tall and chivalry

Of courage bolstered

With battered hope

Sisyphus’ toils on hopeless slopes

Is learnt amidst those lesser years

Tender as new shoots of green

When imagination as Charon

Leads to pure Elysium

And Helen welcomes

With bloodstone bright

All gentle ones to the light

Refreshing weary

Treating scars

Of battles fought

‘Neath green and stars

Teaching softly of battles

Yet to be won

From tales of old

So deftly spun

That Troy’s old horse becomes

But a memory of childhood years

Floating past me on waters calm

Leaving me

With memories

Under the dappled sun.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Missing You, Choosing Me

I see sunlight through the starlight

I feel warm rain in the breeze

I know I will be forgotten

In the morn.

 

My own memories, flow like water

Mix like star dust with my dreams

There’s no happily ever-after

Now I’m torn.

 

Can I look into your eyes, and see

Could I ever see your smile, and know

Will I ever have no doubts, with you?

Do I even have a choice?

 

I’ve accepted, all the regrets

And my mistakes, they’re mine too

Now I’m learning to be happy

With myself.

 

Though I’d rather have you with me

To… not be lonely in their gaze

But I know you’re, not really healthy

For me.

 

Can I look into your eyes, and see

Could I ever see your smile, and know

Will I ever have no doubts, about you?

I think I’ve made my choice.

I choose me.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Most Important

This creation is in dedication to my Best Friend, who has been my strength and my salvation and my companion for 17 long years. Through all my craziness and the illogicality of my youth. Through the pain of heartbreak and the weirdness of life. Through the quintessential thicks and thins. I have had him to fall back on. He has always been there. He truly is my own personal blessing. God Bless!

 

 

It is true I am hiding

Or trying to

From the only arms that can comfort me.

The only voice that gives me reason.

The only heart I wholly trust.

 

It is not without regret

Or even pain

That I choose to stand away.

That I choose to let go.

That I choose me.

 

But all it really takes is

A single conversation

To bring me back to myself.

And it tells me so many things.

Most important being, that I do not have to be afraid.

 

At all.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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Dweller on the Hilltop

Out of breath I rise

The hilltop beckons

Warmth ‘neath open skies.

 

Curious whispers sound

Brushing close, playful

Silent laughter personified.

 

I catch my breath

It is given to me

An offering pure and light.

 

Strong I stand

Buffeted about within

A euphoric rush of senses.

 

© Ruth P. – 2016

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