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| Alicia's Poetry |
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| The Poem that Started It All: |
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| No More Tears Tonight the fire makes music, even as our voices fade away; now are we strangers? The firelight makes a bridge between us, distance created in the day by necessary rules now different in the nighttime where words hover. The time is right, preparing us to enter the places, dark and light; the deserts, scorching or almost frozen, in each other's hearts. It's more than firelight saying I can trust you. It's more than words hung by starlight, safely quiet, disconnected from the day. Will you remember this connection later? There's something in my nature saying you will. We've each a place inside without entrance. We'll touch the chasms around the lonely places because that's what we're meant to do along the journey--explore the chasms around the holes. There was a time when my entire inner reality, full of so much pain I couldn't breathe. But people put the veils protecting their hearts alongside mine and held my hand while I struggled up. My own pain now has formed itself to bubbles that float inside the chasm I still fear to explore. You can touch the chasm, if you want. The bubbles float, no gravity They float on real joy And no more tears. If we can touch a bubble--yours or mine--with words, we'll create beauty here tonight, music like the fire. What shaped your landscape? What's your passage inside? I wonder, can you trust me not to siphon the tears you show away with empty words? It is our nature to desire to ease sorrow, and it is possible, just not by outside means. Alone, I could not come above the ocean; I only could endure, until the warmth from just outside that lonely place no other hand could reach. It was enough; it made my tears have meaning. And that is past; unless I touch, no tears now. We're silent; what is inside you? There's light alongside bubbles. And no more tears. The light casts shadows, and I long to understand. Will you come too, to touch the shadows, release the light, see the glory we can share together? Or do you beckon me instead; say something now? We are imperfect. The fire may cease to be music. I might become afraid and draw back from your heart, forget the chasms into which I've fallen, and judge you for your different shapes inside. But you'll forgive, and so will I, Where darkness softly Brings us close And there are no more tears. |
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| Earlier Poems |
| This was my end of year project for Creative Writing in college. |
| I didn't come up with the idea, but one of our forum members thought it would be fun to resurrect Xena in poetry form. My contributions are under elsieaustin. |
| I wrote this after one of those intense "who am I?" thoughts. |
| Friendship Poem: |
| More Poems: |
| Later Poems |
| Infinite ovals of orange and grey stretch below. My balance was sure. This was not the most steep of the edges I've faced, and that let me know I could trust my own steps. Vast majesty, deep where the wings and the depths of the earth were the same. One in another. An invisible hand came and touched the Grand Canyon. I felt the heat smart. A single tear drifted over the ledge to fall Forever The God of this grandeur had a touch soft, like the still breath that sent each cloud up. The sun set. The moon rose, full, spreading color aloft. And I sat on a pinnacle in a rock cup. And I thought that these rocks must cry out in praise. But they had already begun to sing. The moon was a waterfall piano. Rocks and trees, without any day-sharpened lines, sang counterpoint rings. And I knew it to be a song to our God and King Forever I have wondered whether my heart was too broken for anyone to pursue. But I sat in the center of orange and grey-green shadows, and then saw that it was His hand, holding me. Then and forever. Sometimes I fear the rift, sometimes I hide my eyes, but the emptiness also has beauty. Cold, and dark desolate where once there was fire. But fireflies float into the spacious air. And I was an ark, am an ark Forever |
| Leaving myself space to link in more poems that I will someday write. |