Truth like Wings

A blog for my personal poetry, collaborations, submissions, and commissions

[truthlikewings]

I danced with the Devil

And it caused me so much pain

But now the Devil’s gone

And I want to dance again

[pleasuresoftheduke]

A Homage to Sappho | Norman Lindsay (C.1928)

[allthingseurope]

Wayoh Viaduct, Lancashire, UK (by Jaseace10)

[halls-of-nienna]

[truthlikewings]

Pain carves the heart in scars,

An easy token for remembering,

Would that joy could leave its mark

Then I would not forget smiles

Under all the passing clouds

[truthlikewings]

I was a fool

To think that one day

I might know Myself

[truthlikewings]

Musing

How would one live

As flowers do?

To be and yet

Not know that you are.

[truthlikewings]

There once outside my weary window pane

I saw a woman pause her fleeting steps

To bend beside the sidewalk roses growing

And press her face into the petals softly

This sacred moment I beheld like that

Of poor doomed Actaeon with antler’d crown,

And yet my trespass seemed to go unknown:

She paused to smell and then went on her way

I wondered as she disappeared that day

How many times I’ve smiled at the rose

Believeing all the eyes about me turned

When truly we are never all alone.

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Dreams of roses | cupofherbaltea

[gnossienne]

The blood moon is framed by the statues of Hera and Apollo in Athens, 27 July 2018 (x)

[truthlikewings]

I had the sea

And the sea had me

There he left me on the shore

I knew I’d see him nevermore

But still I know we’re meant to be

For I love the sea

And the sea loves me.

[truthlikewings]

Aphrodite gifts

Roses to me and lets them

Die before they bloom.

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[truthlikewings]

Even the faceless mountains could see the blood between us

Like a river carving its long cavity to freedom’s edge

Until it no longer harbors the stream nor the tearful rains

But becomes one sea alone in its enormity.

[truthlikewings]

Oh, of all the stars above my brow

I cherish the ones you cannot see

From secret kisses of whispered lips

To love that we might never be.

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

The State Hermitage museum | annakiseliova

[fangrl-esque]