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Eros of Light & Shadows

A fresh view…

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Lying in wait…

In dedication to the one I love ❤

Hold me longer, call me baby,

Clear my mind, it’s all so hazy,

Or maybe it’s just the silver in my eyes,

That’s making everything look so crazy.

I cannot help that my heart misses you,

Nor that my mind won’t let you go,

You are the light of my eyes,

You brush away the darkness in my soul.

There is no fear I fear but the fear of parting,

No loss that so keenly pierces my heart,

The greater the distance the stronger my fear,

More vulnerable now than I was at the start.

I am assured my fears are unfounded,

That this is but the first flush of love that speaks​,

But for the tumult the twists through my very being,

I would be calm, as reason entreats.

With a touch of your hand, come back to me,

And perhaps the salt that tracks across this dusty plain,

Might not leave behind a bitter taste,

But make sight a sweet joy once again.

©Ruth.P 2017

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Posted in In Dedication...

I See You…

In dedication to the one I love ❤

They say ‘She walks in beauty’,

Truer words were never spoken,

For I cannot take my eyes off of her.

Strong and proud she steps,

Shoulders sure, steady gait,

I watch her as I wait.

Her simple soul loves the rain,

Her wondering eyes cast a benediction,

Raised skyward, speaking in a subtle diction.

I can see her move towards me,

Brown eyes alight with mischief and love,

And the welcome in her smile that I can never get enough of.

Gentle and warm, strong and kind,

She holds my heart captive in mid-flight,

A willing moth drawn to her unwavering light.

©Ruth.P 2017

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As The Bus Leaves…

In dedication to the one I love ❤

Wet roads shine

Leaving no imprint behind

Of the wheels that turn

Overlaying the footprints of my heart

As it leaves these shores

Swept away on a tide of circumstance

A case of mere happenstance

But one that rends in two a living pulse

One to stay and one to go

Both to live a half life

Until they meet again.

©Ruth.P 2017

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Posted in Beginnings...

Unbound

The voices in my head

Feed on the music in my ears

Untill all that remains is the sound of my own voice

Streaming from an empty throat

Screaming raw in the silence

Unable to fill the well that remains

Void of all the good it should hold

The air heavy with all the un-good that floats

Careless and carefree from ear to ear

Turning once happy music to a dirge.

We come full circle

The voices are silent

And only sound remains.

Posted in Poems - A Collection of Expressions

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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In The In-Between 

Sometimes, all I want to do is write,

Every little thought in my mind’s sight,

All the little things I ever did or said,

From sun-up till I go back to bed.

Sometimes all I want to do is hurt for a while,

Chase every little shadow born from a smile,

But I lack inspiration,

And my mind’s too tired for concentration.

I do not hope or dream of another life,

I don’t want to add more to this one’s strife,

The loss of this one would bring that to life,

Balanced as it is on the edge of a knife.

I keep on walking when I want to lie down,

I keep on hoping though the world spins around,

I know that I feel frustration,

But that is why this is my confession.

 

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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