It…

It lies dormant,

sleeping, resting, being without being.

It waits, waits until it’s called to rise,

called to make right.

 

It’s under the sea,

so deep our imaginations cannot take us there,

but it’s there amid the darkest depths,

the being.

 

And when it rises

it will not be missed,

there is not a soul who will not feel the tremor,

sense with every sense,

 

It that will come,

that will restore through the destruction of the false,

it that shows the infinite

and unfathomable.

 

Truth beyond truth,

crashing on through the established,

castles of lies, towers of deceit

mountains of material,

gone.

 

Clarity

through breaking down of all that is false,

clarity for those that can see

and then back to the sea.

dormant.

~

An experiment ūüėČ

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To Write with a Peacocks Quill

To write a poem with a peacocks quill, 

do you think it would tell a good tale.

With deepest colours of the universe, 

although none of these being pale.

Those green hues of Mother Nature, 

bright blues that will heal every ill.

The eye of the feather watching on, 

with enough parchment I could fill.

And what about my stories message, 

would it resonate with everyone.

Would it be about the birds and bees, 

or something much more fun.

Perhaps I’d write of love as I do,¬†

so it jumps up and out so you feel.

There’s something about this plan of mine,

to write now with a peacock quill.

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Without Trust

I won’t tell you what’s wrong with me,

as I don’t trust you to care.

You’ll give those standard answers,

the ones you have prepared.

I don’t think I’d tell you anything,

of emotions that run deep.

I know you would not manage well,

it may interrupt your sleep.

You see, I know that it’s all one sided,

and it doesn’t work both ways.

You only want to hear from me,

on the brightest of my days.

When I can give all my time to you,

and treat you like a king.

Hang on to your every word,

meet your every whim.

So we shall go on pretending,

that everything is grand.

It can’t be any other way,

you’ll never understand.

So I won’t tell you why I’m so sad,

I don’t think you want to know.

Our relationships so pointless now,

as it has nowhere else to go.

~

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Echo – DP

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I still hear the echo of your voice,

and I defer my decisions to you.

When I’m at a crossroads in life,

I ask what you think I should do.

We still have conversations,

though it’s only me that can hear.

You know I value your opinion,

you’ve a talent for thinking clear.

What would I do without you,

probably make you up in my head.

I’m so lucky I have you with me,

I’d hate to be lonely instead.

And if it is really just an echo,

of those memories I have of you.

It is every bit as perfect like this,

as your telling me what I should do.

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Daily Prompt – Echo

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Fearing the Future 

I’m scared of seeing myself honestly, 

for the person I truly am.

Without the props and dressing up, 

I  really don’t think I can.

That’s not your plan for me today, 

you insist I look in the mirror.

The mirror of truth to introspect, 

bring the self a little nearer.

Fear in my heart, a shortness of breath, 

I just want to stay in bed. 

Hide myself, keep eyes shut tight, 

each moment filled with dread.

I’ve prayed, begged and cried,

what more can I do so you’ll listen.

Give me more time, let me linger here,

please don’t let me loose my position.

Your pulling me now, there’s no turning back,

then over the edge do I fall.

My wings open up, I’m starting to fly,

all the fear led to nothing at all.

Faded – DP (2)

Those silhouettes in the frame are faded now,

nearly out of sight.

Only a mixture of greys today,

where once they were black and white.

The necklace you wore on your wedding day,

just a pile of pearls.

I remember it hung round your tiny neck,

catching in your curls.

I see your handwriting on paper,

but can’t hear a voice anymore.

Listening to your favourite opera,

while focussed on keeping score.

Your fading out of my life dear,

while I’m trying to hold on tight.

Please visit with a small reminder,

come into my dreams tonight.

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Daily Prompt – Faded

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