The Poetic Thread

[Luna Bliss]

It's warming up! And how lovely to come across this poem by Robert Frost about the thawing wind:

To the Thawing Wind
by Robert Frost

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out the door.

[Chroma Starlight]

friends lost in time,
you've gone so far.
I used to be so upset
that you could go
leaving without us,
like we were nothing ever to you.
that hurt us the most.

Now we know it was
a temporal anomaly.
none of it has the weight of reality.
and so to those unreleased, we forgive you
though for the record
the worst version of me is
far better
than the worst version of you
and the lengths to which
versions of yourself
were willing to go
to be cruel and unusual.

To the pure version of you,
the collapsed position
the observed value.
congrats. I hope it's working out
joyfully for you, as fitting your dreams.

To those who never made it or were never real,
you're still real to us. We'll see you around.

[Randall Ahren]

Not all poetry
is beautiful.

It is a remembrance
it is a memorial
it is a tribute

to the things
that tried to kill you

but couldn’t.

Not all scars
are permanent,
but the ink
still
runs
red.
- Michelle K., Not All Poetry is Beautiful.

 

[Annie Nova]

To Touch Your Soul

I am so glad you came into my life.
I am so glad that you allowed my soul to touch yours.
For in touching your soul,
I have touched the very essence of who you are.

By allowing me into your private world,
you have shown me your true inner self.
For allowing me behind your wall,
I have seen the wonder of your love.

And in seeing that wonder,
I am amazed and in awe of who you are.
The depth of your caring and the intensity of your love
is something I had only dreamed of finding and of knowing.

Your soul reached out and embraced mine,
pulling it close, healing it with its magic,
Seeking to hold if only for a short time,
the tenderness that is you.
I took a chance knowing that time is so fleeting and so fragile.

To touch, to feel, to be a part of something so wonderful
and so magnificent as your love humbles me.
For in touching your soul,
I have learned and I have grown.

 

Annie Nova Duncan

[Kytteh Wytchwood]

 

Smoky waters glisten in a ripple of despair

Thine eyes mist over, 'tis a shame you were not there.

Hopeful beginnings wash over the tide.

It's almost midnight, come nigh sister of mine?

Dredging through sifts of crumbling ashes,

She once grew old over stairs of yonder.

Raising a hand to the west,

Were you a scorching deliverer from beyond the pallor?

Thumbing down the pallets, ashy and stale from soak stained memories.

Tumble from lofty clouds, aspiring for distant planets.

Were you an echo of mind?

Or just the mirrored reflection of insanity?

By me, created in this moment, October 17, 2021

 

This was fun to create. I am an abstract poet. I love to use a lot of metaphors to make the reader think and have their own version of what the story is about.

Edited October 18, 2021 by Kytteh Wytchwood
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