everything changed nothing changed i stand at the edge of despair unable to exhale shrouded in the dread of threatened promises unleashed by ignorance, the stench of hate dripping from the rafters amidst wind-raped, naked trees loss of daylight adding insult to undeserved misery a chill, an ungodly silence cups my ears like a sonic boom no one hears my screams… even if they did, they’d revel in my suffering, the transaction of wholesale soul acquisition is complete, bloodthirsty monsters wielding the sickle to collect a harvest sown by lies justice buried alive under the heap I’m fading to black, clinging to embers of hope flickering in the wake of rage faint glimpses of love, compassion, kindness, and truth to keep me as winter approaches swiftly from the four corners, everything in its season…to sleep…to dream spring is coming, she’s coming she’s coming…right? this little light of mine I’m gonna let it shine let it shine let it shine let it shine
in another lifetime I imagine we were friends lovers even how familiar your gaze felt in the back of my eyes something…you know? you know.
the fates have me engaged this incarnation with other concerns life, love, heartache, happiness…joy still hopelessly lost but for a serendipitous, ill-timed, breathtaking encounter on a street corner in the rain, in autumn a brief moment when our eyes met and held and I remembered… I remembered then you were gone
~kat
A bit of fantasy today. A mix of fiction and poetry. And a Disclaimer…no actual soulmates are implicated in this yarn. You know who you are and where and when and we’ll…you know. 😉🥰
elevator music is little consolation, mindless games on my smartphone, a favorite song, full blast, channel surfing, tik tok scrolling, chocolate, hot tea, happy thoughts, positive thinking is futile, powerless when the unknown looms just beyond my reach, and the answers I seek demand patience that is wearing thin… thinner still, the veil, drifting into view brushing my shoulders, caressing me in the excruciating silence of waiting waiting is a merciless exercise where I find myself counting each breath, inhaling deeply, filling to the brim, exhaling slowly, settling into my skin, to think I try to find solace in these things, to muster silly defenses against the terribleness of unknowing when all I really need is to feel, to experience the moment, the now to hear the rain dancing on the roof to realize it’s enough and all I need to know
I don’t mind being encroached upon by the invasive species of these foothills… blackberry brambles hug the long driveway to my house on the hill bursting with fruit I don’t mind that the deer, the squirrels, the rabbits, chickadees, finches, cardinals, and wrens will glean most of this year’s bounty… I don’t even mind sharing with bullish, boisterous bluejays I’ll happily savor my annual handful of luscious sweets, fingers stained a lovely shade of purple-blue how gracious my neighbors are sweetly serenading me, gracing me with visits that take my breath they don’t mind me trudging noisily along the wood’s edge rustling them from their burrows and perches…they don’t mind being encroached upon by me…
it’s occurred to me that I have been dying my entire life, little by little teardrop by teardrop heart-stop by heart-stop as every love cut short nips a piece of me and carries it like a souvenir over the rainbow to summer land, to heaven, to Valhalla, leaving me to stop the bleeding, to heal to move on until the next assault of grief comes wielding a sickle slicing bits of me, it’s a crash course in letting go, you know, preparing me, I suppose… and when my time comes to shed this beleaguered flesh my soul will surely be bejeweled with pieces of you and you and you… if I’ve loved you and you me, I’m afraid it’s inevitable…so I’m apologizing in advance, for contributing to your own collection of tiny deaths, if I should be the first to leave… forgive me for snatching a bit of your light to keep me in the dark unknown imagine me in the mist beyond the veil, bedazzled with pieces of you and you and you on some starry starry night we’ll dance around the moon
~kat
Rest in Peace, Thelonious Myles – May 31, 2024 ~ We loved you for two years…not long enough for you or us, but at least you knew you were loved. ❤️
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