#61 The Widow

courtesy patcegan.wordpress.com 

And I have loved you...

for more than half of my life;

you’ve had all my tears

and all my frustrations,

you’ve heard all of my joys, 

all my deepest contemplations.

You have lent your smile

to the faces of our children

you’ve gifted them

your wit and

uncanny rebellion against

the woes of their own generation.

You’ve led me to heights

also through the lowest of places

unseen by judging folk

who never had tried their own cases

and it was bearable...

because I did it all with your hand

holding mine

bound by these silver thread laces

that kept me out of the way of 

fate and her serendipitous plan...

Now I feel lost

since part of my destiny flew

with the wings

you were given

to release you into the only journey

we’d both

together

never knew; 

and

resting my hand on the pillow

where your head once lay

I earnestly pray also to be taken away

for the solemn sighs I echo

are close yet few between

and they precipitate into

shadows that seep into my dreams

where your colourful laughter

exceeds my reality’s hues

and I remain still;

yet still

loving 

only 

you.

  My Inspiration: Loved Ones

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#53 The Spaces Where Drama Exists Part III

courtesy derekoverfield.deviantart.com

Your fate was foretold;

though it always takes time

one must wait

before shadows

dissipate

to make way for the light,

too many coatings beneath

those

hands clasped so tight

the only signal

that betrayed

the rumblings that

were mounting inside,

till

against the affliction

of your own will

your tongue rebelled;

admittedly,

Freudian speech

was never meant to

be stilled.

Praised be your

blessed lips!

that cut through this chase

of dynamite infiltrated feelings

barely covering ruination's face;

revelling in sharpened wit

its stabs, bleeding

deceit dry

tossing it over the curb

not caring what it said

even less what it heard

only willing it to slowly die.

Confidence seeped through

those

hands clasped so tight

unwilling to bring

them to the face

not partaking from its bounty

for fear of its indigestible lies.

Their only option

was to quiver

splaying tormented fingers wide

opening their space

of secrets and lies...

 

My Inspiration: The Human Condition

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#51 The Spaces Where Drama Exists. Part II

 courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

Feelings.

We don't want to harm them

so we

bounce around

never quite nearing

the place where they live,

the place we aren't sure

we would get forgiveness

if

feelings

are hurt.

Feelings.

Who can understand them?

Especially when

they lie

undefined;

you are repulsed, attracted to,

hateful, mesmerized

an instant lover

or trapped in schadenfreude

without even knowing why

that's the reason,

 I guess,

some people say its

better to trust the mind.

But the mind itself

is filled with

inconsistencies

that can become thwarted

by what the eyes choose to see

and at times

the perfect balance you need

relies on those

feelings

that alert

you to what

your mind would never perceive.

Feelings are

airy and light

at times heavy and wide

floating around our corners

of fearful images

or our wholesome delights,

they are tormentingly

bright,

when feeding on lies

at times convicted

under truths

we ought never deny

sometimes they are

what we hide from

or what we shamelessly run behind...

Balance,

however is key...

for all that we feel

should not be believed.

As, similarly

feelings can reciprocate

the mind

and become

a battlefield...

that induces strife

against one's self

eventually bursting;

through these feelings

and all the fragile

bubbles that held them...

My Inspiration: The Human Condition & Photo Prompt by Random Michelle

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#49 Senseless

courtesy Roman W.

Closed eyes

and closed mouths

have we also closed thoughts?

To the repercussions of our propagated hate

that forms a cycle that never breaks

these hard, calculating stone shells of ours

except the one that holds

the deepest parts of

hell that sets aflame

our bodies

and everyone that holds

our hands

around this earth,

even if we never desired

them to be held...

We are this world

and though we isolate

ourselves more

than the oceans and

seas separating our regions

and continents,

when we burn

we also burn the ones

we refuse to acknowledge

as our sisters and brothers.

Deaf ears,

selectively trained to hear

only the themes

that we've self-explained

among the small circle

of our decaying brains

that can only understand

as far as the skulls

in which they are contained,

and thus

oblivious to the strain

of what everyone

plucking the eyes

out each other's faces

has left us to manage...

This solemn refrain

that has no melody

but just annotations

of unheard screams

and erratic timing

that dances on

skin numb from

agonizing terror

that falls

down like the

stacked dominoes

we really are...

Human beings killing

the earth, themselves

and each other.

Blind leading the blind.

Love cast asunder,

leaving us all

senseless

on a planet

where hate

is determined to prosper.

 #selahsaturdays

My Inspiration: Humanity's Continued Downward Spiral

                                            

 

© KohylahPiper 2015