dec-11-2017-01

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

photo and poem © 2018 by DC Lessoway

DC-tear

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

oct-22-2016-sol-eye

does Sol’s eye lay bare
truths buried, truths denied
truths fraught with razor wire
guarded on all sides by a
damaged juvenescence in
wont to stand aside during
adversity, calamity, injury, allowing
aged, seasoned, stinging trauma
rise to the skin, firing
nerve endings, twitching fingers
projecting fogged memories
in the skull, imprinting, again
again, hurt upon hurt

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

fog-people-jan-25-2014

what is this nonsense, flittering
around my skull, scrawling
angry missives, knifing into
my heart’s wall

what is this brutal woe
commanding a tempest
casting distant any joy
any hint of sun’s candied blush

why does it hang around, why
can’t I shake the claws sunk
into my soul, my being
grounding me, deep

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

 

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“I see a weight on your shoulders.”
she says to me, trepidation in her voice
not the first time I’ve heard this
my aloofness, never subtle my
inscrutable countenance, an
awful poker face when
a monstrous pall settles
on my frame, distilling, disbursing
daggering my very soul with, this
plumb of depths
blotting out any possible buoyant
mood…

…how I feel for her, her unchanging
caring, joyous spirit contrasting my
‘downer’ moodiness, clearly keeping
her from the greater of life’s enjoyment

cloud-july9-2016eventually
ache, grief, torment, seeks
each soul’s portage

in following, careful steps
seeking, setting at liberty
knives set deep
initiates healing

yet allow hurt’s mushroom
disavowing truth’s remedy
invokes Thor’s hammer
germinating madness
sets outward storms
beyond one’s mastery

Picture and Poem © 2016 by DC Lessoway

bench-1-jan-25-2014in thought, in coveting
an abiding resolution, in
contemplation of the world
at bay of humanity
this ostentatious pane
frosted, aloof, melancholy
fixed, rigid, unchanging
garnered fifty-two years
of pained wisdom, wishes the
window’d open, to be
infected by some
gregarious being, allying me
with those on the
other side of the pane

photo and poem © by DC Lessoway

I feel the walls darken
closing in my heart
so distant, are others, so
unto a remote shore, rocky
littered with anguish, a stroll
through briers tearing at my flesh
until, to the bone, the truth of my hurt
finds peace

dragon-April-30-2016comes a raging, silent beast
obscure, ill defined titan
its sharpened horns lacerate
cleave my shoulders, finding heart
flash, ignite, ancient barbed scars

reach for informed armaments
again, again, yet again
find it cracked, edgeless, rusting
breathe vigor to whet, prepare
clash under darkening skies

carry the day, dragon slayed
hostilities continue

Photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway