Poetry: longing

longing

“i scuff at sidewalk bottle caps,

mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes.
once, the clock hands pointed north. they mock me now with each degree elapsed,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.

mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes,
i hear the second hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.
if only i could pull your name from this unmerciful stampede!

i hear the second hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads.
every dull tock measures out those quinine conversations, sly unripened smiles, and yet i know
if only i could pull your name from this unmerciful stampede,
the cobwebs binding me to mute labyrinths of time might let me go.

every dull tock measures out those quinine conversations, sly unripened smiles, and yet i know
your redwood hands could  be the ones to rescue me, and then
the cobwebs binding me to mute labyrinths of time might let me go…
oh, how can i speak when these dark flocks of raven-fears still cluster in my mind like minutemen?

your redwood hands could be the ones to rescue me, and then –

once, the clock hands pointed north. they mock me now with each degree elapsed.
oh, how can i speak when these dark flocks of raven-fears still cluster in my mind like minutemen?
i scuff at sidewalk bottle caps.”

This beautiful piece was written by am immensely talented young girl who goes by the name chasingcloudbursts on deviantart.com. Even though it’s not, strictly speaking, a perfect pantoum she is able to create, in poetic form, the feeling of longing. Each metaphor has a powerful effect, each line pushing the momentum of the piece. The result is something memorable, haunting, and very effective.

This is not the only gem of this author’s gallery. Links to full pieces are in the title.

Silence

Silence pressed down, heavy on her shoulders, like a thick blanket of snow smothering her with its chilly purity. She sat and closed her eyes, trying to fill the gaping hollow within her chest, searching for the memory of the living, burning chords that had once sealed it.

Trying her hand at prose, chasingcloudbursts delivers a story that is all at once beautiful in it’s descriptions and totally heartbreaking.

a plea for self-acceptance

my dear,
the swirls and coils of pen
along the margins
of your history notes
reflect
the constellations swimming
in your eyes.

The simple and consist descriptions create a subtle and memorable effect.

those quicksand eyes

i flew like icarus
on daisy featherwings
heedless of the serpent coils
of your gravity

Again, beautiful and simple imagery.

chasingcloudbursts is very good as simple, able to produce short pieces and long pieces with the same sort of effortless imagery and metaphor. Her words fall together like they are in just right right place. Find her full gallery here.

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