Poetry (pg. 6)

Poetry (pg. 6)

Always

Always, Love,
There at my center,
Blooms your angel’s fears,
How can life matter without you?
With your absence,
Time flays my wisdom,
Drowns my boldness,
Silences my laugher,
Leaves my brain snarled;….twisted,
Tormented, with bone jarring doubt.
Curb these black thoughts!
Bring to these lips soft escaping sighs,
Rosied cheeks from excited blood,
Heavy lids closing with sweet anticipation,
Start within me a tingling awareness
Due to your close proximity,
A moist sheen from exchanging heat,
Settle soothing touches
Upon tempered skin.
Bring to me an ease of mind,
Comfort in your loving arms,
Security within your protected world.

© Tonya Greenlee

A Stir of Confusion

Casting seasons like shadows,

Confusions all quiet,

Dream states are unwritten,

Pierce holes in the night.

Not sure what my come of

These ghost laden thoughts,

Some lined with silver,

Others with rot.

Vermillion to black,

The processes flow,

Inflamed with its passions,

Convictions aglow.

My mind wonders aft

To be flung far below,

A heaven or hell,

Split decisions plateau.

Is there a place

For medium thought?

An equilibrium, of sorts,

Not total distraught?

A place to maintain

Sweet sanities control,

If there is will you tell me,

Which way do I go?

© Tonya Greenlee

Trapped

The sky began to darken,

Night began to leak,

Its dark and stringy ebony

Into my mind began to seep.

It curled its weaving tendrils,

Deep into my brain,

Suffocated all the oxygen

I could taste its bitter bane.

Thoughts all run together

Into a pooling blackened clutter,

My body loses feeling,

I hear voices as they mutter.

Sowing deep those views of doubt,

That leaves one crazed and manic,

I fight for breath of air,

Clawing at my silent panic.

Reason runs amok

What to do; what to say?

Lost in conforming torment,

Looking for a passage way.

All exits boarded shut,

‘cept for tiny slivered cracks,

I shiver, in the jail that’s crafted,

Darkness watches as it laughs.

Who Weeps for Angels

Who weeps for angels?
For they tremble, when love ends.
When tomorrows warm days all chill,
They wrap their wings tightly around themselves,
Their dreams; were seeds of sunshine.

Who weeps for angels?
For they tremble, when love ends.
When hearts grow hardened,
From one too many loves gone bad,
They wrap their wings tightly around themselves,
Their tears; growing of sorrows.

Who weeps for angels?
For they tremble, when love ends.
When spirits are broken,
Sanity hangs by a thin frayed thread,
They wrap their wings tightly around themselves,
Their hands; reaching again to protect.

Who weeps for angels?
For they tremble, when love ends.
Tiny white feathers float softly down,
Lay scattered upon hard ground, unnoticed,
They wrap their wings tightly around themselves,
Their hearts; bruised, battered, but, still warm.

Bitter Rain

In promising signs of a bitter rain;
View wandered grace on unsteady limbs,
Solace is sought on this gloomy day,
From pregnant clouds in fretful labor,
Struggling to hold their ungainly pace.

A bitter rain comes easin’ down,
Bringing with it insipid thought,
Dressing, dampened skin, in grey oblivion,
It conforms to every curving nuance,
Erasing all tracks of bittersweet trails.

A bitter rain came easin’ down,
Gathered a steady drenching course,
Washed away all wishing dreams
That slipped unchecked ‘neath tender lids,
And fell in weighted crystal drips.

A bitter rain ceased easin’ down,
In hushed silence of sodden ground,
Trickles of water greet the ear,
No sign of turmoil anymore,
Just bemused stillness, just empty.