| Poetry by J. L. Ault | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| From "A Thorned Rose"... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sliver of Fate / "A Thorned Rose" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| So what's in a name? only that lined sliver of fate minutes, days, of a unique life form choices and paths to delegate I glance over my shoulder often glare into that shadowed abyss have I been chosenly marked whispers, dreams, neck kissed Each night there is a haunting moon whispy clouds, phantom dogs howl perhaps watched too many horror movies but even in my dreams they somehow prowl The time is drawing nearer flickered apprehension inside me awakes illusions may become shockingly concrete present seconds so strongly the future make No hesitated answers or faltering steps make decisions without a regret it's better to be standing proudly alone then on your knees when death is met Life is not to be taken lightly blood flows a rich, vibrant river so much obtained from a whimsful name fate's so much more than a single sliver All the time I watch that darkening abyss only in my sleep do I vaguely ever see thoughts scattered behind these ocean eyes even though, I still often glance behind me |
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| Escape | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Too much to watch, think, and feel This all in past, present, and future Books to study, dreams to ponder Times to explore, hearts to suture. I need time to daydream endlessly Freedom for bridges to burn Paces in life seem set slow But how quickly lessons do learn. Hold back my passions and desires Though curious are my headings Balancing on that line of innocence Sometimes feels like thin ice treadings. Pick apart to my truer self Who knows who and why I am A pure and true gift of an angel The antichrist hidden in the damn. Crimson tears do I sincerely weep Though a soul and wisdom stronger An experienced but weary sigh As new days and years grow longer. Familiar settings, painted faces Conservative dark clothing a drape Another chance, I think not But rather seriously consider escape. "The Envoy", The University of Findlay, OH. 1998. |
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| Shades of the Butterfly | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| No longer may I call my thoughts a prison In my colored mind, each dream is a vision And each turn of the page meets yet another decision All those shades of the butterfly Flitting, fleeting into that clouded sky of blue Is there for each of us only one that remains true I stare at the sun, blind eyes see only you All those shades of the butterfly Each step is another warning to heed Yet everyone demands and there's so much to need One forest falls, joined hands plant another seed All those shades of the butterfly Curious voices, dreams, and rhymes in my mind So many answers to riddles in life yet to find Hardships unnumbered, only blood now to bind All those shades of the butterfly My desires and mistakes I will not deny Reflections of the soul will shimmer in my eye Smiling, stretching, in my dreams I can finally fly All those shades of the butterfly "Holding On To Forever", Watermark Press, MD. 2001. |
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