Poem - Grace

My dear friends, I owe you a thousand apologies and a thousand times more. I have been completely side-tracked by other activities of this life we live. Between writing motoring articles, work and study etc, I have neglected you, my dear readers. But I return! I promise you a post of the story this blog was intended to drive. This shall be up on Tuesday. I need to give time to my beautiful friend with the red pen to shout at me about the lack of material coming her way.

Now, I have sat on this poem for a while and I have finally decided to set it free and see it draw breath on it’s own. Wait, was that a birth metaphor?  Ok, now that I have weirded (not a real word, but gets the job done) myself out, let me get this up before more strange things come out of my mouth.

Enough blah blah blah from me. Here is the poem.

Grace

Words written. Words spoken.

Misdirection begotten.

A fade to something familiar.

Memories that keep anchor.

Sounds heard. Sounds made.

Chittering of mouths at play.

Mirth-filled smiles fingered.

Addiction’s calling. Whispered.

Eyes see, Illusions caress.

Transfixed in shimmering smoke.

Embroided scents that choke.

Undulating emotions crash. Seek.

See what sets. Sent to shine.

Speak. Hear. See.

Senses that speak of mine.

That felt interesting… Well? What are your thoughts? Feedback, slurs and items to throw? The Shining will be updated next week. And, as my Christmas gift, a bit of the other stories in my archives.

Take care of yourselves till next time.

Nic. Out.

Tribute

Hello friends. My rantings today are going to be fairly short - I think. 

I bring you a poem! Tribute by name. This piece was written in response to another poem I received from a dear friend who has had a bigger influence on my writing than I think even she realizes  I've had this work for a few months now, and have finally convinced myself to put it up. I am quite interested in your interpretations of this work because I wonder if I managed to get my message across to my dear friend. 

So, please give feedback. The comments section and the email (reisonance@gmail.com) are the playgrounds I invite your words and thoughts to play in.

Enough blah blah blah from me.. Here is the poem:

Tribute

The city slumbers under the iron fist set by darkness.

A wailing, clamant query on the sputtering shadow of the overused candle.

A dissonant exultion of the tiny speck that speaks of a path miraged by the ever-braced darkness.

Beguiling the consumption of the revenant hope that sits poised. Seeking.

The light lingers, screaming cold defiance at creeping night.

Jubilee springs. The forever-orb sets fire to the shadow. A cozy promise to reign eternal on the wick with no end.

And what did we think? I do look forward to hearing what those of you that have been giving constant feedback - and demanding more of The Shining - have to say about this piece.

Take care of yourselves till next time.

Nic. Out.