The sky is God's canvas Every stroke of wispy clouds tells a story. It tells how the great came from nothing And how the greatest shall come back to nothingness.
On the first section of the mural is painted the bright golden child. When the child crawls, it is happy, sweet and mild. The nature below it is its friend so it plays with the leaves of trees and the smooth complexion of men.
It matures quickly to the middle of the canvas, It is neither happy nor sad, it knows life. It knows it now so it grows quicker, It knows it emanated from nothing, so it is indifferent. It doesn't chase its childish inclinations any longer.
The golden child had become a quivering old thing that hides itself within the pinkish-purple background. It wants to escape repetition but is an eternal slave to it.
Once again, the sky is a mural, God's canvas. It tells stories of indulgence and the consequences of it. Nothing is hidden from depiction within this frame.
There's a river flowing Loud and fertile within me, My epidermis is a fossil Of engraved touches I've preserved all over The years; my insides are a Bloodshed of flowers I have Always tried to stuff into my Bones: I am not a single entity Mostly I feel like I am Composed of fragile things Found on earth, My overgrown roots overspread Trying to grasp in Whatever my palms could hold of, I have knees covered in weeds, And bruises, from falling over and over, My hands are little branches, Which birds perch upon, The colour of peace is enveloped over my body, Sunshine plays with my hair, Sometimes I collect tragic thunderstorms and pin them over my braids My womb bears young ones With colours of my roof, That changes every moment, Tenderly I nurture them, Along the birds, But I've to let them all go, Some sooner, some a little early. I'm trapped in deep Tunnels of thoughts, Whilst my hands are cut, As my torso falls on Inconsolable carcasses of My hair, and Corpses of my children, Motionless, I lay there, My heart still pounding, Not silent, but loud Like the river flowing Inside me, within and without.
This piece serves as my attempt at multiple recent challenges. Thank you so much for reading! Also, I need to request your patience in regard to reading/reposts, because as our cross country move is drawing near, my presence here will be sporadic for a month or two. Thanks for understanding and bearing with me. ♥️
The Merchant Marine & His Irish Queen by lovenotes_from_carolyn A wild and winsome wayfarer Set sail with the Merchant Marines To a land called the Emerald Isle That's decked out in the loveliest greens
'Twas perhaps the luck o' the Irish That led up to next event For there, in the naval office 'Twas a gal who looked heaven-sent!
A bright lass was she, named Jenny With brown hair and eyes of blue For him, it was love at first sight And I reckon it was for her too
Yes, that was my gramps and my gran In a meeting designed by fate There's a whole lot more to that story But the hour is growing quite late
Fast forward to one whole year later Oh that Irish lass, gramps sure did miss So he brought her back here, to the States Where they married, in wedded bliss
They got on with the usual business Of living their day to day life And soon enough, gramps did discover He had a fine cook for a wife!
She prepared all the food to perfection From hors d'oeuvres to roasted meats To veggies and soups and salads And of course, all the goodies and sweets
Huge feasts she'd create to delight us Not a single time e'er did she fail For as soon as she'd bring out the food Cheers of delight would prevail
Her pies were sweet and superb Her cookies, a chewy delight And she'd send us on home with the extras When we left at the end of the night
In the chill of midwinter on Sundays I'd sit right by gran at her feet As she'd tell me the tales of her childhood While munching on goodies to eat
By then, she had barely an accent But still, it was there in some way And oh, was I fond of her voice Which lives on in my heart to this day
lovenotes_from_carolyn@lunarwolf I really do appreciate your genuine reads and comments very much! Especially glad that you found this one to be touching and beautiful, as this true tale remains dear to my heart always. ☘☘
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