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Tuesday, November 14, 2023

You Write As If



You Write As If



You write as if you're bleeding
Bleeding on the inside where hurt hides
Though the hiding further amplifies it's voice
There in your eyes, those wounded eyes
That used to see me as the sun
On a dark and cloudy day.

The days when you wrote poetry
Like a fountain flowing love
You poured out every thought and dream,
Desires so raw and pure they felt like sacred
And handed them to me to bring to pass.

You didn't have to touch me but I felt touched
You didn't have to bless me, still I felt blessed
As in your arms a dance could last an eon
And your sweet kiss could make me levitate.

Where went those days, my love, when we could fly
On wings of bliss like honey-making bees?
The nectar of our mouths intoxicating
When nights flew by without the need for sleep?

Look at you sitting there now, lost in memory
The paper stained with ink beneath your hand
You write as though you're bleeding
As the words pour from your soul
And it's then I see, unseen, over your shoulder
That every drop of blood spells out my name.



©By Voo Shining Stone
Nov 14, 2023
7 p.m.


First new write in a long, long time🌻🌺🥀






Friday, November 10, 2023

The Life and Death Of The Sun







The Life and Death of the Sun



The cold autumn sun
            Is fading so slow,
She's looking for something
            She may never know.

            A room full of darkness
           That she can peek in
That's swept clean of clutter
            By her old friend, the wind.

Blowing steady like memories
           That cannot be seen
           Like the tasting of kisses 
           Like a hot summer's dream.

When the winter creeps in
           And the light crawls away
          Then the owls and the shadows
           To the woods come to play.

          There the sun rests in waiting
           For the night to pass by
          And they hold and caress her
         And she tries not to cry.

        But the sun, like the moon
      Needs to shine to be heard
      Like the growl of the tiger
       And the song of a bird.

     She is lonely in wanting
     And she shivers and sighs
     Watching, yearning for dawning
     With the Earth in her eyes.

     Then, in rushes of morning
     She awakes full of light
     Leaves still falling like teardrops
     From the soft Autumn night.

There ahead lies the Winter
There behind Summer's heat
Spring is only faint memory
And the fall's in retreat.

But the sun seems immortal
Be it cold, hot or rain
And she shines up the darkness
With it's pathos and pain.

Looking for what, she knows not
But she looks evermore
In the morning and noon time
And the dark of the door.

But she's fading in Autumn
Like a leaf in the wind
And the snow, soon will chill her
Till the Spring comes again.

Myths are spun on her shining
Tales are told 'bout her spark
Men believe she's a Ruler
But she follows the dark.

And one day, she will burn out
On that day, no one knows
And the night will reign endless
In the world when she goes.





©by Voo
Nov 28, 2010
7:48 p.m.

 

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