She lied, striking joy from our journal.
I bore false witness against myself ‘til she shattered.
I whispered to our synching pulses.
Here lives our melody; lyrics lost to history.
Betrayal smelled like him on her lips.
I blew kisses, burning our garden in foreign tongues.
She was of earth and time left behind.
I fold it as fabric, creased at where she and I met.
Displaced by ocean as decades blur,
we leave love notes as moon phases for blue stargazers.
The sky will fall, all voices silenced.
Her name transcends sound, as it is formed from cosmic breath.
Inspired by Real Toads May the fire in our hearts keep burning as though there is no end ~, hosted for the final time by the lovely, brilliant Sanaa Rizvi . I’m not gonna cry! I’m not gonna cry!
These six Landay (Couplets of nine and thirteen syllables) may be read as a single poem, but they were created as six separate poems about six separate subjects.
“True intimacy is a state in which nothing exists between two people; no space, no inhibitions and no lies.” – Ranata Suzuki
Have you ever had pure intimacy?
Not to be confused with lingering,
humid summer passion,
it is timid, pallid winter sun
kissing ice crystals with fleeting beauty,
arriving at low angles on high latitudes,
vulnerable, rarely intense enough
to accompany morning tea,
breaking fast after breakfast as lovers
franticly throw open south-facing curtains
capturing as much tenuous warmth
as time and nature allows.
Ever leaned into a winter sunset?
It ignites frosty edges of clouds,
embracing with fiery shadows,
but then it is barely there,
gone in a ghostly cirrus whisper,
leaving Mercury in retrograde as lovers
shrouded in twilight wonder
if it ever existed at all.
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt “Intimacy”. Other poets contributed to this prompt here.
Not Like That, But Deeper Still
Your soul pierced the black,
guiding me to your shore;
to you, unmasked,
your amiable patina,
your inner light;
whitecap from ocean,
revealing your pain;
inside, you’re lonely like me;
we resonate without words;
I flew to you.
Love-at-first sight? Superficial,
unlike your beckoning lighthouse.
Pacifico ~ The Pacific Ocean Kerry O’Connor @skyloverpoetry
Inspired by Real Toads Art FLASH! / 55 in December, hosted by Kerry O’Connor.
Also shared at Poets United Pantry of Poetry and Prose #7.
“But I couldn’t control my restlessness, an eagerness for violation was growing in me, I wanted to break the rules, as the entire world seemed to be breaking the rules.”
– Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay, a novel by Elena Ferrante
We should forget.
It’s better this way.
I won’t divine
from rat-nested bedsheets,
We have fun.
Yeah we did.
No love misplaced,
like spilled spirits
Yet I return,
to the mistake
we never made.
Inspired by Real Toads Words To Live By, hosted for the final time by Rommy. We were asked to reflect on a word or quote that means something special to us.
Ironically, as someone who loves words, I drew a blank here. Ultimately, I settled on a quote from a book I’m currently reading (Book three of a four-book series by Elena Ferrante, collectively titled Neapolitan Novels.)
Also shared at dVerse Quadrille #93: Spirited Poems, hosted by whimsygizmo. Other poets contributed to this prompt here.