Sepulchre of Snow

VirginiaPoe

In the night I hither and thither

In hopes of growing fonder

Of the darkness that I do wander

With desires to grow accustomed

To the situation of “My Grief”

 

These city’s street lights love

To play tricks with my shadow

It waxes and then grows narrow

With the additional company

Of those watching “My Grief”

 

The snow banks ever upward

Threatening to upon me spiral

I downward struggle in denial

In a blunder to reunite

Postmortem with “My Grief”

 

The stone tablets project themselves

Through a temporary layer

Another burden they must bear

Although they remain quiet

Respectfully silent for “My Grief”

 

I find the sepulchre to which

I am most unwillingly familiar

Finally I sit down near her

Once again love is reunited

Passionately freezing “My Grief”

Candle

one candle

Little flame

Burning in the night

Keep on burning

Keep these eyes alight

Wax on melting

Hot tears do you cry

Do you cry of fear

When wick no longer ignite

Or from firey passion

That love keep burning bright

Please continue to shine

For selfish am I

Why ask when I am captor

Who holds hostage your light

She feared…

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She was afraid of fire

Of the flaring flames

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the water

That could douse them

 

She was afraid of water

Of the deep, abysmal waves

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the air

That floated to the surface

 

She was afraid of the air

Of being above the clouds

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the earth

That kept her from falling

 

She was afraid of the earth

Of being trapped underground

But she wasn’t aware

That she was the metal

That dug her from her prison

 

She was afraid of metal

Of the sharp, blunt edge

But she wasn’t aware

That she knew the man

That held it in his grip

 

She was afraid of the man

Of his intense, obsessive eyes

But she was aware

That she couldn’t escape him

No matter who she was

 

Cut Off

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Staring at these messages

Reading your lines over

And over

And over again

Doesn’t make you hurt less

Doesn’t stop your steadily growing pain

Makes me feel more and more helpless

Can’t even give you a hug

Can’t even lend a shoulder

Cut off in-between

And I

Can’t do a thing

Yes

I can’t stop the pain from increasing

Just

Watch the love bleeding

Your

Lonely soul weeping

All I can do is offer these hollow words

On a silver platter

Across an illuminated screen

And hope that they mean something

When I really know

That they won’t change a thing

Yes, they can’t change anything

 

Mara

She can’t stay asleep

In her dreams she is

Haunted, sought after, wanted

The heat of his gaze

She can feel coursing through her

Even though it’s only a dream

 

That’s why she barely sleeps

He’s there haunting her

He never leaves that space

That’s why she stays awake

It’s a figment of her imagination

That it’s a long past reality

He’s on Top

She loved to make lists.

Her favorite one was

About things that she loved,

But could also harm her:

Vipers, scorpions, bears and sharks

Thorns, claws, talons and burrs

Tigers, tarantulas, wasps and hawks

Guns, swords, chemicals and liquor.

That’s where she placed him,

At the very top of the page.