not what breaks your heart,
but what hardens it –
this causes true harm – Djanet Tozeur
“feed on us before you bury us” – Anais Nin
he could not find you amazing
he could not touch your mystery
he could re call vast wilderness
adrift among archetypal feminine
a wash among deltas
Venus like salt mingling with new rain
blood like midnights paling lunary
a pleasure beyond wounds
a mingling beyond physicality
a hungrier type of mouth
willing to feed and to be fed upon
drawn up the spectre of a planet from the limbo of lunary souls — E. A. Poe
To — — –. Ulalume: A Ballad
By
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174155
from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart
alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb
“feed on us before you bury us” – Anais Nin
he could not find you amazing
he could not touch your mystery
he could re call vast wilderness
adrift among archetypal feminine
a wash among deltas
Venus like salt mingling with new rain
blood like midnights paling lunary
a pleasure beyond wounds
a mingling beyond physicality
a hungrier type of mouth
willing to feed and to be fed upon
drawn up the spectre of a planet from the limbo of lunary souls — E. A. Poe
To — — –. Ulalume: A Ballad
By
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174155
from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart
alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb
from As if the rain fell in Ordinary Time
by P D Lyons
Publisher: erbacce-press. Liverpool, UK, 2019
Maybe the best way to remember
is to forget history.
to be free of all the ancient and not so ancient fears.
maybe the best way to honour the fallen and maimed
is to bring forth a courageous world – one heart at a time,
courageous enough to not become enslaved to the same errors
that justified so many deaths and miseries before?
A courage based on kindness not right or wrong?
One heart at a time – how about yours?
Maybe its time to surrender?
just another piece of my heart
my little blue wolves
someday soon
the hunter
lonely
vulnerable
edible
will come
don’t worry
She on many occasions
felt an entanglement
of her own physicality
No matter how much
knowledge acquired,
philosophy believed in,
a mans world stuck in her head
and not the James Browns version.
our young pale fish bodies
enter paler our silver blood
occult our hearts still
beat mono chromatic
mono chromatic
mono chromatic
porcelain knows nothing
of our muted skin