Cooking for a Ghost

my contacts are blurry

sedimented with the salts of tears

cried and un-

the crows scarred your eyes

with the feet

of their raucous gathering

your skin has been kissed by the sun

though you rebuffed

the intimacy of its affections

I stand before the sizzling stove

stewing nurturance

for my lover, never you

while your ghost spins

on the blades

of the ceiling fan that won’t turn off

trailing tenacious tendrils

of ethereal palpable scorn

I can’t stop shivering

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Of Heart and Home

when home

is where the heart is

where do you live

broken-hearted?

sing me home

chittering sparrows

winging esurient

to my empty

tarnished feeder

shrill my heart

red-bellied eluder

you beckon

evade

my dogged pursuit

habituate a habitation

eddies in estuaries

brooking becks

of nested nuance

swell my marrow

surf billow

surge

toward the crest

crucial crux

in the nuclear winter

of my frozen nucleus

I toy with

tergiversation

shoot the rapids

hearken to the call

of the welcoming wild

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