Secret Place

Poetry

What is cheerfulness
is it glee
what are all these emotions
I feel
that motivate me

Do I speak of those not
acceptable
Share my pain, my lethargic ennui
its all
I sometimes feel I’ve got

I’ll carry them in the secret
place inside
They call it heart or soul
but I
find it’s just the place I hide


© Wayne Davids
Image by Sammy-Williams from Pixabay

the shape of your hands — finding serendiipitii

Friends of Dinlas

gripped around warmth and song, caressing sharp teethand kissing bloodied lips. no screaming, just silence set against the crashing waves on an unexplored shoreline, breaking and sliding back with contentment. reminders embodied in stainless steel and gemwork tossing and turning on the thought of filling your hands and emptying herself. a grasp that never slips, […]

the shape of your hands — finding serendiipitii


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Unseen

Poetry

The Unseen
a deity of force
who mortals fear
and offer remorse
a priest spoke his word
Felt his call
Walked his hall

Trinity
a coven of envy
who demand worship
from the mortal frenzy
they control the Unseen
made their rules
stoked the fuel

So it went
Unseen gave Trinity
wealth and riches
The priest they did torment
threw him to the jackals
manipulations
insinuations

Deities
recognize faithful
while remembering
the brazenly hateful
Unseen withdrew blessings
cursed their name
squelched their fame

Now they weep
for the return of glory
A deified muse
to tap for a story
he remains elusive
out of sight
fueling blight

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii

Friends of Dinlas

I am a gallery, long floored and wide brimmed      no footsteps from tourists have padded these halls,       signs suggesting an escape from my reality are nonexistent.these white-washed walls stand at attentionfor my eyes only; examining the lives I lived many moons before.                   The doors […]

I am a gallery — finding serendiipitii

just bliss. — finding serendiipitii

Friends of Dinlas

and you’ve never tasted the Universe until you count the stars that have settled in your irises, and match them to hers; there is harmony within their fingers, tracing black and white down their temples ancient symbols of becoming one whole and you would never have guessed, never seen it coming, if she had told […]

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