Hello from mrsaliva

[salivatrails]

Glad to meet you all- hope to become closer in time.

Regards.

[salivatrails]

Light inside the pen-
hidden as is past abuse;
unable to shine.

[salivatrails]

Paint, the blood of an artist's hand
with words as wealth to understand;
and music pure to feed the soul
with sounds of song and joy.

Chalk and charcoal scratch as nails
across the fabric of the sails
of things as seen by open minds;
embroidered stitches made in time.

Through each and every tapestry
of all the woven life they see.

[salivatrails]

The straw making the base of the basket stayed there.

She bent to pick up the heavier of the stones
put them in her pockets
and began to bruise the tops of her thighs.

She was so angry that her plan had failed;
beating herself harder now
with her free hand until tears came
as they always did.

Later
smiling
against the chill of evening
she laid out her now washed beautiful stones.

Around the place mummy is.

That night
under fluorescent plastic stars
she remembered her Dad's smile
before he had pulled her door to.

As the whispers of sleep nudged her
she forgot
just a bit more easily
how dark and cold it had been.

[salivatrails]

Cold damp soft grey skin-
being eaten by sunshine;
shadowed rose petals.

[salivatrails]

Calcified bones from spent lives
etched in stone above and around you.
You lie with others
unable to hear
or meet these words on any page.

It's cold even though you won't feel it.

Part of me wants to introduce the
others with whom you lay
to somehow warm that place
with blankets of sunlight.

That would make me feel better about you being there
since you have to be there.

Another area of my mind faces
an equal challenge:

Whether I should be thinking about you
as my Dad, or as a person or after 9 years,
as being gone.

[salivatrails]

Path of trod packed gray snow
berries on trees around its edges grow.

Fine drawn tails of branches bared
bud less
against a sky that covers sun and high clouds;
over this place lost in time.

Shrill yet sweet bird song adding to my sense
that certain things are best not experienced alone.

Mind elsewhere I slip
my boot twisting down and under an exposed root
leaving me half sitting and cursing.

Having done its work
in delivering thoughts of you
it frees my foot.

As I cross Lovers bridge over the rushes
with my newly acquired hobble
I find myself playing with a thought ..

is it better to believe I am strong
than to try to love?

[Pendragon]

Welcome to the poetry forum. This is nice, but you really need to choose a line break pattern. You have so many different line breaks, that the reader cannot decide what sort of poem he or she is reading. Were it I, I would go with the original two line stanzas throughout. Just a suggestion, take with the proverbial grain of salt... :) http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/GIJoe.gif

[Pendragon]

Calcified bones from spent lives
etched in stone above and around you.
You lie with others
unable to hear
or meet these words on any page.

It's cold even though you won't feel it.

Part of me wants to introduce the
others with whom you lay
to somehow warm that place
with blankets of sunlight.

That would make me feel better about you being there
since you have to be there.

Another area of my mind faces
an equal challenge:

Whether I should be thinking about you
as my Dad, or as a person or after 9 years,
as being gone.This one is very good! One change. Last stanza:

Another area of my mind faces
an equal challenge:
Whether I should be thinking about you
as my Dad, or as a person or after 9 years,
as being gone.

Just bring that up to meet. Like that to match the others. Very strong poem! http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/GIJoe.gif

[Logos]

Hello mrsaliva :) I've merged your poems posted today into one thread, explanation in this topic (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=21394).

[ReynardKitsune]

all your poems are very nice!
what is the meaning of calcified sorry i am very lousy at vocabulary i love the one on all seing eyes :D