Diseased, Dressed to Kill

written in response to Kindra M. Austin’s My Melancholia

 

camouflage contamination

dress distress

glittered

metaphorical mélange

write wrongs

mournful songs

float

horror clowns

ballooned

botulistic buffoons

festooned

ribbons and pearls

silken whorls

miss the girls

unkissed

twirls

virtue festered

swirls

worry a decayed tooth

aching

with heartless tongue

suppurate

my soul

paint lipstick

fuchsia figments

re-imagine

haute couture

putrefaction

Unheard Incantations: A Collaborative Poem

The words we cannot say
Will be wept
Into silence between us (CER)

Breathe deep, dear love;
Be still with me
Listen to my heartstrings
A song meant just for you (KMA)

Each tear
An eloquent elegy
To tortured truths (AP)

Each note played
On a hand carved lute
Strung with strips
Of my soul (JWL)

Your breathless aura
Beats in time
Undulating ululation
With my exhaled psyche (AP)

Intertwined, tangled,
Unified: whole
Healed. (JWL)

Yet with hearts torn open
Bleeding out the notes of our song
You turned from me (ME)

I am fire
Drowning
In desire
Weep
I beg
Save me (1W-W)

Fetch me an instrument,
For the untrained ear
Is soothed by that
Which it cannot comprehend. (LEL)

Not everything is black and white.
For even the eclipsed moon
Is not without a little light. (SD)

Whispers through the distance
I remember
As you reach for my hand
my heart (CER)

Our words
Still
Bleeding
Drip like fire
Into embers
Wanting back
Their flame. (SFF)

The words we cannot say
Will be wept
Into silence between us (CER)

Written by:

1Wise-Woman

Kindra M. Austin

Sarah Doughty

Michael Erickson

Stephen F. Fuller

John W. Leys

Lois E. Linkens

Aurora Phoenix

Christine E. Ray

 

Welcome Home

he dashes

to greet me

slender frame

aquiver

in trembling excitement

leaping

into my embrace

he squirms

wriggling frenetically

bestows

enthusiastic kisses

exuberant welcome

belies

predicted trepidation

though years parted

vigorous reception

wags his tail

tells his tale

devotion undiminished

umpteen days

I longed to receive you

with ecstatic wriggling

maybe my kisses

were too slobbery

my nails scratched you

in my leaping

or my tail bruised

in pandemonious wagging

I wonder if you wished

he me disremembered

did you convince yourself

he drank from your well

of stagnant unforgiveness

can you feel

my lingering caresses

comforting

enduring on his body

as once they did

on yours?

 

Suspended Hostilities

I am held

in abeyance

my animation

suspended

voided

in the black hole

where once

lived your love

in evaded vision

avoidance and silent derision

reject the premise

rebuttable

undisputable

of my essential

humanity

existentiality

I can hear

your sneer

in the deafly turned ear

to my comments

of import

or superficiality

you disavow

my vowed vowels

constant consonants

distance dissonance

snort the heroin

of failed heroism

mainline the fault line

where all the fault

is mine

hook yourself

on the barbed hasp

opium of odium

blow smoke

from shuttered eyes

I float among

detestation’s detritus

 

 

 

 

 

Stirring – A Collaborative Poem from Kindra Austin, Christine Ray, and Aurora Phoenix

Your swift flowing water

Elusive, quicksilver

Brushes past my shores

Licking
my roughing grains
burgeoning
a flash flood

Tributaries
cut into earth
New veins carry fresh lifeblood

Awakening me

from long slumber

longing rippling outward

concentric circles

lapping

by turns urgent

and languid

your ebb

begets my flow

See the colors of infant life

sprouting

hungry

brilliant resilience

inherited DNA

 

 

 

Kindra Austin is the voice at Kindra M. Austin

Aurora Phoenix writes at Insights from”Inside”

Christine Ray blogs at Brave and Reckless

All three can be found at Blood Into Ink and Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

 

Discomfort, Unrehearsed

my truths

scratch your surface

unsettling as nettles

woven through

silken scarves

despite laundering

airbrushing

ironing

they refuse to lie

flat

soft

convenient

conventional

my reality

braids cactus thorns

in cashmere

scores my skin

and yours

my authenticity

abrades

your narrative

grazes sensibilities

brier patch

among cultivated beds

you smell skunkweed

in my budding rose

 

Questions of a Broken Heart

do you hear my voice

uttering

phrases most mundane

familiar intonations

in moments unexpected?

do my turns of phrase

sui generis

squirm

earwigging

when I am far from mind?

do my soft familiar

curves

slip between chill sheets

warm against your skin

in the dark night

of your dreams?

 

I banish your ghost

ad nauseum

 

episodically

a played-out rerun

you reappear