Study in Blue

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on February 24, 2018February 24, 2018

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that blue sky
against white, bare
branches of slumbering trees
uncommon silence, except
squeaking footfall, marking
those before, the air, unsullied
carrying no scent, fresh
as glints, twinkling crystals
blind me, memory’s avalanche
of youth’s vigor, at play
in blanched fields
benumbed joy, ice-bound there
in the murk of memory, comes
comes, comes, warmly
pause

Dauntless

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on February 3, 2018February 3, 2018 2 Comments

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so often we seek light
where better, grander ideas lay
where a bold Sol grants clarity

still, too, solicit shadowed corners
there, secluded riches await, affixed
mine trauma, release truths, cleanse

light or shadow, when confronted
will whither to your rooted power
bringing luminosity in night, shade in day

Yeah, it Hurts, I’ll get Over it, Again

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on November 14, 2017November 14, 2017

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low ebb comes, again
my sword, shield against
dragging hurt, out of reach
comes cyclical thoughts
not good enough, not good enough
not good enough, not good enough

not good enough, not good enough

till comes a realization, late, so always late
like a dish accidentally pushed to the floor
you think, “why didn’t I see that?”
comes, comes, comes
this thought, this meditation, this intention

fuck you

fuck you this hurt
fuck you these tears
fuck you this insecurity
fuck you this deep-seated
self-anger of “I’m not good enough!”

fuck you, I’m going to do my best
if others don’t like it, not my business
fuck you, this hurt
fuck you

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

Lest we forget (War, what is it good for?)

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on November 10, 2017November 10, 2017

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governments quarrel, bicker
to war, to war, comes a cry
not of you, or I, but of those
protected by cannon fodder
for pride of country!
sacrificing women, men
for the safety of our citizens
on the other side of the world!

as a blood spattered child, alone
weeps for his parents

Young Once

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on July 27, 2017July 27, 2017

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faintly in memory
I’ve retained this moment
of a child yet found

Heaven’s Dance

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on June 25, 2017June 25, 2017 2 Comments

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of ice clinging to
winging dust, fleeting in
duration, immense in breadth
gaze gravitates upward
in repose
each eye deduces its own
horse, spider, swimmer
according to each state
of being
mine own mind alights
upon memories of ancient
cave paintings of people’s
long ago
perhaps, they too
saw in the sky
their own joy

Heaven/Hell

By [Poeticamber} {Productions} on June 14, 2017June 14, 2017

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it’s been, always, there
an aspiration to fly, above
Earth’s curve
till azure, turns inky, till
am able to palm the spheroid, till
this ache, fear, isolation are but
remote notions of those
down there
down there
hell we’ve fashioned after
clawing at one another’s eyes
being better at being better than
the other, the other we’ve
become

so often we seek light where better, grander ideas lay where a bold Sol grants clarity

still, too, solicit shadowed corners there, secluded riches await, affixed mine trauma, release truths, cleanse

light or shadow, when confronted will whither to your rooted power bringing luminosity in night, shade in day

low ebb comes, again my sword, shield against dragging hurt, out of reach comes cyclical thoughts not good enough, not good enough not good enough, not good enough

not good enough, not good enough

till comes a realization, late, so always late like a dish accidentally pushed to the floor you think, “why didn’t I see that?” comes, comes, comes this thought, this meditation, this intention

fuck you

fuck you this hurt fuck you these tears fuck you this insecurity fuck you this deep-seated self-anger of “I’m not good enough!”

fuck you, I’m going to do my best if others don’t like it, not my business fuck you, this hurt fuck you

governments quarrel, bicker to war, to war, comes a cry not of you, or I, but of those protected by cannon fodder for pride of country! sacrificing women, men for the safety of our citizens on the other side of the world!

as a blood spattered child, alone weeps for his parents

faintly in memory I’ve retained this moment of a child yet found

so often we seek light
where better, grander ideas lay
where a bold Sol grants clarity

still, too, solicit shadowed corners
there, secluded riches await, affixed
mine trauma, release truths, cleanse

light or shadow, when confronted
will whither to your rooted power
bringing luminosity in night, shade in day

low ebb comes, again
my sword, shield against
dragging hurt, out of reach
comes cyclical thoughts
not good enough, not good enough
not good enough, not good enough

till comes a realization, late, so always late
like a dish accidentally pushed to the floor
you think, “why didn’t I see that?”
comes, comes, comes
this thought, this meditation, this intention

fuck you this hurt
fuck you these tears
fuck you this insecurity
fuck you this deep-seated
self-anger of “I’m not good enough!”

fuck you, I’m going to do my best
if others don’t like it, not my business
fuck you, this hurt
fuck you

governments quarrel, bicker
to war, to war, comes a cry
not of you, or I, but of those
protected by cannon fodder
for pride of country!
sacrificing women, men
for the safety of our citizens
on the other side of the world!

as a blood spattered child, alone
weeps for his parents

faintly in memory
I’ve retained this moment
of a child yet found