Submissions by Adagios
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Griefs Reluctance (short)
Days pull, slips, from out the tress
Of loving now, or “might have been”
Forever bound, yet now confess
Id rather serve than master this
Abundant locks, untethered swing
And dance across my grinning eyes
This could have been your everyday
If your prescriptions you’d imbibe
So sterile doctor, long awaits
The chances he’d presume to teach
While clock drifts on, in memories song
Her warmth still just within his reach.
Of loving now, or “might have been”
Forever bound, yet now confess
Id rather serve than master this
Abundant locks, untethered swing
And dance across my grinning eyes
This could have been your everyday
If your prescriptions you’d imbibe
So sterile doctor, long awaits
The chances he’d presume to teach
While clock drifts on, in memories song
Her warmth still just within his reach.
#aging
#dating
#death
#LookingForLove
#nostalgia
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Perchings
I would, it were, I was a bee
Or some might filled plutonian fowl
I do not know where I will end
Or if this traveling’s been well
I cannot see the end of journey
Here among the clouded skies
I cannot hear or think more clearly
With these tear-filled cloudy eyes
The wind is blowing fast now faster
Clinging to these wings outstretched
The baritone of rolling thunder
Echoing thought hollow chest
And if it rains, might that then portend
Deeper questions of this flight
Rain to sleet and ice then commend
Less to me...
Or some might filled plutonian fowl
I do not know where I will end
Or if this traveling’s been well
I cannot see the end of journey
Here among the clouded skies
I cannot hear or think more clearly
With these tear-filled cloudy eyes
The wind is blowing fast now faster
Clinging to these wings outstretched
The baritone of rolling thunder
Echoing thought hollow chest
And if it rains, might that then portend
Deeper questions of this flight
Rain to sleet and ice then commend
Less to me...
#religion
#fate
#narrative #Romanticism
#narrative #Romanticism
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Dreamt is Dreaming
A Shard of Doubt (the Upside Down)
Right side up, and upside down
I am the sentinel of grief
And yet enshrined in doctor’s crown
I offer fractured minds relief
I have so much in common with
The patients that I daily see
I am the harbinger of woe
And those I love, I life to grieve
Yet still the pain and joy I treat
The disassociation toward
Each loss, vessel of begot relief
I am never called to board
No stimulant nor elixir
Nor psychedelic long may part
My mind from what I have endured ...
Right side up, and upside down
I am the sentinel of grief
And yet enshrined in doctor’s crown
I offer fractured minds relief
I have so much in common with
The patients that I daily see
I am the harbinger of woe
And those I love, I life to grieve
Yet still the pain and joy I treat
The disassociation toward
Each loss, vessel of begot relief
I am never called to board
No stimulant nor elixir
Nor psychedelic long may part
My mind from what I have endured ...
#love
#grief
#MentalHealth #memorial
#MentalHealth #memorial
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I'm Weighting the Values
I'm weighting the values
Of chance within our truths
The opportune seclusion
Used as waves of wasted youth
Virtuosity, and still just we
A space within the dark
Holding to the emptiness
As if delusion were a tree
And we two just its bark
Glad to be a piece of tree
A one among the more
Wish that we were truly us
Not artifice restored
But this is made of absences
Not present now but past
If a play were made of us
No performers Need enact
For there is little left now save
Thrusting moments
And shallow...
Of chance within our truths
The opportune seclusion
Used as waves of wasted youth
Virtuosity, and still just we
A space within the dark
Holding to the emptiness
As if delusion were a tree
And we two just its bark
Glad to be a piece of tree
A one among the more
Wish that we were truly us
Not artifice restored
But this is made of absences
Not present now but past
If a play were made of us
No performers Need enact
For there is little left now save
Thrusting moments
And shallow...
#love
#grief
#death #separation
#death #separation
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Welcomed In
Welcome
Welcome as the rain on parched
Desert vistas
Turned to torrent in their lack of
Moderation
Welcome
Like the sweet embrace of fentanyl
To veins only needing aspirin
Welcome
Like spiders web to
Anxious fly
Like rusted knife to
Only slightly itchy skin
This is the only welcome my heart lets in
Welcome as the rain on parched
Desert vistas
Turned to torrent in their lack of
Moderation
Welcome
Like the sweet embrace of fentanyl
To veins only needing aspirin
Welcome
Like spiders web to
Anxious fly
Like rusted knife to
Only slightly itchy skin
This is the only welcome my heart lets in
#SelfReflection
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