I have a will to survive

I have a will to survive
29 October 2022
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I had a will to survive
My hands rising in rebellion
I knew that I was alive 
For my heart beat in unison

The will in me was so weak
No one can bear witness to this
My tongue cuts me as I speak
The blood of my blood wore such bliss

In vain the pursuit of sense
The pupil my pupil dilates
View of my rivers so dense
Leading mind that flood celebrates

I have a will to survive
The teacher brands me a lesson
Into the essence I dive
Like angels falling from Heaven

Reading of the poem:
Solitude – Billie Holiday

Written by dark fate

Written by dark fate
28 August 2022
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A heavy jute bag
lifted mountains of sorrow
etched within his ribs

Slices of lifetime
hiccupped their way through his lips
bitterness gushing

Back bent itself curved
under years of misery
it rewrote its shape

He breathed in the skies
his breath the salt of horizons
burning through his lungs

Wrinkles carved within
his face a mausoleum
written by dark fate

Reading of the poem:
Al Green-How Can You Mend A Broken Heart

In Time we will see them flourish

In Time we will see them flourish
7 July 2022
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Seek me in the rivers that flow stark
I have given in to the tides that all embrace
yielding into the deltas that claim more
that demand from all the very core

I will gaze upon the sun unflinching
the memories of you lying intact
unravelling in a world we never touch
as I watch your dark wings glowing

Laying on a bed of flowers exhaling
scent of jasmine, rose and moonflowers
I am one with my other face hidden
deep into the water it slowly grows

What is you has now become me, us
and what I am I know exists no more
yet I explore the emptiness of your face
translucent, aglow, it escapes physicality

I look beyond the life we never had
beyond stolen instances of nighttime 
into the compressed breaths taken
to construe a world beyond the world

We will sing sweet and soft lullabies 
to the unborn children we raised
in our mind’s eye they roam playgrounds
sitting in the recesses of my bosom

We keep and weep within my bosom
withered like an old nun’s gait
it speaks of unraveled moments
In Time we will see them flourish

Reading of the poem:
I’ll be seeing you – Billie Holiday

Tomorrow I will bear no weight

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
24 June 2022
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Fed with constant realities
their idle waves of intent 
breaking through my fears
I bear fruit to a sullen morrow

I fixate beyond the edge of myself
on the anticipated remembrance
of the snow-white place in me
where I fail to see you no more

Your face grows stark and steady
In a solitary place I keep hidden
between collar bone and chest
bubbling with the residue of unrest

My brain will build tall citadels 
where your name will reiterate
like a broken disk hitting my skull
one dull thud after another drops

There are fleeting looks encircled 
by the morosity of frozen cheeks
They bask in the sunlit shadows
born to the eye that blinks never

Tomorrow I will bear no weight
Like a maiden before her sunset
I will tear away my shaking limbs
in offering to the beasts that pray

Reading of the poem: 
Adam Hurst - Reflection

The beast in me walked for a death to instill

The beast in me walked for a death to instill
19 April 2022
Courtesy Stefan Gesell
I walked once between daze and swoon
My hands at my sides my head in the moon
I bore in my insides a wild creature to come
A waif turning beast at the beat of the drum

I walked into winters that paved summers’ way
Like the trees that blossomed amidst rustling hay
I walked into nights darker than dying coal
I clasped coming suns like a deer her foal

Then I said come now beast would you spill
The gory insides of your ever recent kill?
The beast made no sound but shook its head
It bore no closeness to the recent dead

The beast in me walked for a death to instill
As I watched it leaving from my window sill
Inside I clutched the most fleeting remains
The beast had wiped me clean of its putrid stains

Reading of the poem:
Forsaken - Solace

As grows stronger my rising fist

As grows stronger my rising fist
23 March 2022
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Will I find that special sound 
of sweet sighing redemption?
I feel it through the winds unwound
like a flag without a nation

I hear yonder muffled cries
I wander beyond their borders
in the weaving of truth and lies
heaves the rhythm of disorders

Blue and pink and a pint of glue
The glowing glee of a life to come
What is deceit and what is true
of meagre talk the total sum

Whisper without me an ear to fill
What comes forth a tongue to twist
Through landscapes I seek to still
As grows stronger my rising fist

Reading of the poem:
Sully Erna & Lisa Guyer - The Rise

Hanging tree now lit

Hanging tree now lit
18 February 2022
Courtesy Rodrigo Luff
Peasant ennobled
exalted by the honours
raised head to adorn

The stern church endowed
a bishop to coronate
head shaking off dust

The stance handed down
raised wild bodies to enthrone
forsaken the crown

Feet in the gravel
pebbles thrown in old fountains
arm to unravel

Sanction renewal
erect a hanging treetop
enable embers

Jubilatory
settle platinum attire
rekindle fire

Induct strong the grit
molten powder raises flames
hanging tree now lit

Reading of the poem:
Bad Wolves - Zombie
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku challenge using the words “crown”, “grit” and their synonyms. For more information or to read other poets’ contributions, please follow the link. 
https://ronovanwrites.com/2022/02/14/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-397-crown-and-grit/   

Victim of the ploy

Victim of the ploy
11 February 2022

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Change clutches my gait;
motion in my mind imparts
traces in my heart

Footstep’s movement dwells
in otherworldly places
that my stride foretells

Eye follows a mark,
hand strokes hidden stirring lights
trail of footprint’s sights

Steps taken in haste
move the music of morrows
Bittersweet their taste

A walk on rainbows;
action of colourful flames
lisping loud my names

A threefold act shifts:
of me I am the decoy,
victim of the ploy

Reading of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - Moonlight Kissed
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly haiku poetry prompt challenge with the words “move”, “step” and their synonyms. For more information and the contribution of other poets, please follow the link here. 

The death of her dreams

The death of her dreams
3 January 2022
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Windchimes blowing mud
Replica of ghostly snow
trickling music slides

A symphony arises
blended with her heart
Musical feat strays

Orchestra goes on
Sound a slave to her teardrops
a simple witches’ brew

Fusion of features
An amalgam of sounds stir
Ice around her heart

A pulp of papers
Letters from a time long gone
components of slush

Hope and fear’s union
The slight feelings compounded
the death of her dreams

Reading of the poem:
Diary of Dreams - The Valley 
Written in the context of Ronovan writes weekly Haiku Poetry prompt challenge using the words “blend”, “slush” and their synonyms. For more information and to see the contributions please follow the link below:

Now ready to dry

Now ready to dry
27 December 2021
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Cascading thoughts fly
Riveting performances
meet my starry eye

Fireworks reveal
a universe in a sigh
that slow flows me by

A peal of laughter (Appeal)
a sacrifice to the stars
in quest of the hours (Inquest)

Urgencies dissolved
natural phenomenon
unwinding my veils

Pray reach out to me
your hands token of despair
stroking sad my hair

Observe me throughout
I am a bunch of flowers
now ready to dry

Reading of the poem: 
River of Blue – Diane Arkenstone