#spilledwriting

[tomalbon]

Poem #106

Cepheid

We stand beneath it,

Counting in intervals.

Some of straw colour,

Some of ash, some of gold.

Feel the delay, the pause -

How space opens

Like a diaphragm.

Light always arrives late,

Repeated from memory:

The whirl of a dancer’s steps, unreachable.

Dream-skin, fringed with visions,

Roused with someone else’s eyes.

Lie next to me, even as a trick of the light.

I would make a perfume of your quietness,

Hands water-heavy with cherry, lilac, fuchsia -

But you, the distance, I can never possess,

Your heart of strobing places.

In knowing you, I know how far away I am

From everything else.

I pilot the shape of my body between the

Bright places of your afterimage.

Intervals. Unbridgeable gaps.

Unable to touch.

Still counting.

-

[madmansmisc]

[neonnewsfeed]

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢? 𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜? 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗?

[secretslivehere]

your loss

[her--words]

Met him in the dark in mid-September,

Saw him for his light, a thousand burning embers.

The bells are ringing,

But not from the church.

It's a funeral procession, 

And I’ve got a front row seat. 

[marineashnalikyan]

When we met,

I knew

I had loved you

for many lifetimes.

[lapoetessepoetry]

[please-letmein]

Imagine walking on a thin crisp layer of ice,

that lays peacefully,

upon an untouched lake,

owned completely by nature

Imagine the fear that would rush through you as you took one step too heavy,

when you was, only for a brief moment filled with too much confidence,

and you stomped so hard you let nature know you was there,

Imagine the fear that’d rush from your toes to your head, and back again,

as the ice begins to crack,

and suddenly you’re the only ice left, frozen, you hault immediately and watch the cracks spiral away from your inprint, and

Meanwhile,

you feel your body fall from beneath you,

It sets in, that you, you, wasn’t expecting this.

Imagine what feelings might come over you, when your body dunks meters beneath a freezing cold lake that had been, sealed so tightly, so securely, all winter. Imagine the organs in the body, and the shock they might be going through,

and then what about this..

Imagine,

losing consciousness and your body takes control, and all survival instincts lead the way,

You’re now bobbing your head out for air as you reach the surface,

Imagine you are bobbing, up and down

Up and down

In an ice cold lake

You were forced to walk upon, there was no route around, and it was inevitable that you would break the ice, you knew from the very first footstep that the middle of the lake would be weaker,

That the ice would not, and could not bare the weight you are carrying

Imagine the fear strucken look as there was only pure survival, as a lonely individual goal

Imagine,

this is how i felt when I picked up the phone that morning