Your raddled heart,
your battered soul,
your bruised looks,
I guess was a disguise,
for you did just fine,
once you found your new shore
And I stayed here,
feeling the guilt,
bearing the pain,
losing my sleep,
thinking we couldn’t work this relationship out
all in vain
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when he kissed me,
I was pure, cosmic combustion,
an exploding urge from some uncharted depth,
stirring this frenetic need to break free from something I didn’t even realize was holding me back,
while sinking into this enveloping feeling I never wanted to end;
it was the quickening of some strange, welcomed metamorphosis
whatever was happening between us had this unspoiled sheen to it,
leaving behind a layer of something magical that came off on my fingers when I touched it,
like the precious powder from a moth’s delicate wing,
something so intimate and sacred that was meant to be grasped,
but still set free to fly
-artwork by Gustav Klimt, The Kiss
they start with
a simple fact.
you’re a bitch
with a bastard’s lie
a defiant hell-raiser
peppered with the quiet tsk
of a cautionary tale
and carries on into urban legend
those who claim to do better
but fail miserably
and the details lose
the truth in the embellishing
but the ending is the same
no matter who tells it.
Like steps in the sand Arduous is the journey To a closed off heart
somber black forest-
pines crack under massive weight
dressed in evening snow
moving pictures frame my sleep
I know not if it’s shallow or deep
till a sharp sound breaks the spell
but memories of it I keep.
Was it a nightmare or a dream?
Did I smile, or did I scream?
the pictures are the same I think
impact forms my mental scheme.
will it happen again tonight?
to finally tell me what is right
subliminal notes from the deepest self
bringing hopes and fears to light.
To cover her face, and close her eyes
Sighing, with every ounce of her being
Realizing, this, was her final disguise
Staying well hidden, from the others
Who had intentions, for her, in mind
Men and women, alike, she had trusted
Most of them, she realized, quite unkind
Her only chance, at surviving this plight
Knowing nothing else mattered, you see
She simply would, disappear, in the night
Leaving nothing behind, but a mystery
January Writing Prompt – A simple reason was all she needed – Day 30/31
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We are one month into the new year and I am working on my New Year Resolutions. My goals are numerous and ambitious. January has shown me I was overly optimistic with certain goals and unduly generous with others. No worries. Enter my editor to access, revamp and make needed adjustments.
I will put the pedal to the metal, expediting the finish date for easier goals and then removing them from my list. However, bumping the timeline impacts the remaining goals. Since I am struggling, they need work. I extended timelines, added steps and created greater details to augment the process. The benefit of completing the easier goals first is, once finished, my time available to devote to the more difficult goals expands. It is the current plan, anyway.
How are you progressing with your goals?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer