Gathering Skeletons

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I am gathering skeletons

Of human error;

Lurking in the corners

Of my life – rattling,

Refusing to

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Far-Sickness

She posts her pictures online for all to see

Her adventures in a foreign land;

Pictures of buildings and rocks and statues

And flowers and trees,

Places and things I’ve never seen

But ache for as if exiled from home,

My desolate soul heartsick for a place

I know in my bones I belong to

As surely as I know every curve and edge

Of my own face in the mirror,

Though I’ve never once stepped foot

Upon its shores.

 

 

**Photo courtesy of Beth Teliho and poem inspired by her trip to England and a different photo that didn’t work out as well as I thought it would;

Title inspired by this definition:

fernweh: Being homesick for a place you’ve never been to; an ache for distant places; literal translation: far-sickness.

 

Find me

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Find me lying
Lying under the snow.
A wishfully-thought peace
Of mind,
Don’t mind
How I go
But I would rather
Foxtrot
Quick! Quick! Quick!
From life, not slow,
For little me
Who never learned to dance
For frightened me
Who never took the chance
For ugly me
Who ne’er accepted love
For stubborn me
Who wouldn’t change enough.
For all my loves
Whose love is just a loss
And finds me lying,
Lying under the snow
Stained dark throughout
And so whiteout
I go
With just one wish:
That I had the gumption
Daring, or even the snow
To accomplish
This.

Freedom from fairytales

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Freedom from fairytales
If all we are is shadows
And stardust waiting to return
We never need fear being
Spellbound
And can revel in the freedom
Of our disenchantment.
No call on us to heed
A single second’s breath
We are alive, we live
So what? Is death
The end of everything
We wished for
Or is it simply
Unbeing? Returning
To the ashes and dirt
We came from
Before we learned
To rub those into our wounds
And make them worse.
Is it release,
When hope and pain are over?
Our breath will cease
To matter to what remains
And those we leave behind
Can take our stories
Find the plot-holes
And leave us in peace.

 

With big thanks to poetry-channel-supreme, Jackie Coiffa, whose poem ‘Shadow People‘ inspired this.