there was
the scent of violets and irises
the warm air of summer nights
shell
quartz
and a small mechanical bird in a gilded cage
her tender song escaping into the morning air
the young man just wanted to look away
as if he was distracted by the wind
as if he did not notice
the sun illuminate
the rose quartz
or catch the brilliant iridescence of the shell
as if none of it had meaning
oh we think so much power
in saying no
in closing our hearts
in turning away
as if we can control our own desires
without warning
in the way a fire ignites
or a truth is acknowledged
the way a star falls and disappears into the sky
he had the sudden memory of
a forgotten place
and the longing
to be there
but instead with the silence
of what he could not say
he
turned away
distracted by the wind
I’ve found myself in the thickets again.
This is no great surprise considering the path chosen.
I can’t say I don’t love it though.
Clothes torn, feet muddied
and scrapes still stinging
But there is a moment where I panic.
I can’t free myself of these thick thorns.
They pull a little deeper and hold on to me.
But then I wake up and
laugh and laugh
as if I've forgotten
that I am in the thickets again
and this is no great surprise
SONG
Let me sing to you a song of love,
And forgiveness
Let me sing of hope
BEGIN AGAIN
Keep it on your lips, this one
Keep it on your breath, this one
Keep it in your hands, this one
Keep it in your heart, this one
Sing it loud, this one
breath it in, this one
Stomp your feet ,this one
Clap your hands, this one
Forgive the failures
The loss of hope, the faithless
Forgive what cannot be undone
Let the exhaustion take you
To your perfect dream
This is how we rise again
This is how we love
This is our song
This is how we find our way
This is how we begin again
Alyssa Truckenbrod
I guess you could say that i am
fascinated by what is unspoken.
the language beyond our words.
it is my belief that the world
communicates with us in this
subtle, symbolic way constantly....
and we in return. As an artist, it is
these sometimes small, but
startling and revealing moments
that inspire me to write....... that,
and of course my love of poetry!
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When in love
It is like being at the shores’s edge
Depths unknown
WARNING: go in at your own risk!
I was getting my feet wet
instead the tide has taken me out to sea
The words came and formed ripples
of water
reaching far off parts
of an unknown sea
quietly, lapping
at the shore
one and then another
reverberations from a
disturbance
Sometimes it is hard to understand
the force water has
the power words have
to seamlessly enter
and erode
making sandy beaches
of our rocky shore
It is like being at the shores’s edge
Depths unknown
WARNING: go in at your own risk!
I was getting my feet wet
instead the tide has taken me out to sea
The words came and formed ripples
of water
reaching far off parts
of an unknown sea
quietly, lapping
at the shore
one and then another
reverberations from a
disturbance
Sometimes it is hard to understand
the force water has
the power words have
to seamlessly enter
and erode
making sandy beaches
of our rocky shore