Submissions by LunaGreyhawk
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Maiden, Mother, and Crone dipped in a fine batter of mental chaos, deep-fried golden in reserved backwoods-southern bacon grease.
Forgotten
and now, the touch of her skin
will always be closer
than your memory of mine
will always be closer
than your memory of mine
#love
#relationships
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the whole of love.
the whole of love, each instance
~ an existence of universal conspiring
(and perhaps a little self-motivation)
if fate is your thing
I once told myself
there was a grander path,
a happy ending kind of purpose ~
something worth the constant
ache
clawing its way through my chest
every drawn-out and tortuous cycle
of the dancing moon and sun;
I found rest in the in-between,
only to feel the crushing weight of
forever
smothering my dreams
in the one place...
~ an existence of universal conspiring
(and perhaps a little self-motivation)
if fate is your thing
I once told myself
there was a grander path,
a happy ending kind of purpose ~
something worth the constant
ache
clawing its way through my chest
every drawn-out and tortuous cycle
of the dancing moon and sun;
I found rest in the in-between,
only to feel the crushing weight of
forever
smothering my dreams
in the one place...
#love
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7 Comments
The Conclave of Air, Skin, and Memory
spicy sandalwood forests
ignite the atmosphere
in familiar ghost waltzes,
slowly beginning their reverent
undulation
to rhythmic muscle memory ~
steady, heady heartbeats
pulsing
just beneath your skin;
thunder rumbles nearby,
the whole house
shivers;
I join the quivering conclave
on a sigh,
remembering
your voice against my thighs
brewing storms of your own
ignite the atmosphere
in familiar ghost waltzes,
slowly beginning their reverent
undulation
to rhythmic muscle memory ~
steady, heady heartbeats
pulsing
just beneath your skin;
thunder rumbles nearby,
the whole house
shivers;
I join the quivering conclave
on a sigh,
remembering
your voice against my thighs
brewing storms of your own
#erotic
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Surrender
old familiar grief
stands silently at the stern,
sad, hollow eyes
begging for my attention,
pleading once again
for directions
to the other side
Yeah, I know where it goes from here
we’ve been here before;
then, I still had hope
this ship now sails
for the calmer waters of home,
where hope will at least die
in the peace of warmth on my face;
I’ve been away too long
traveling wave-tossed seas,
exploring the foreign lands
of lost identity;
it was there that I learned
the biggest...
stands silently at the stern,
sad, hollow eyes
begging for my attention,
pleading once again
for directions
to the other side
Yeah, I know where it goes from here
we’ve been here before;
then, I still had hope
this ship now sails
for the calmer waters of home,
where hope will at least die
in the peace of warmth on my face;
I’ve been away too long
traveling wave-tossed seas,
exploring the foreign lands
of lost identity;
it was there that I learned
the biggest...
#love
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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10 Comments
A Chaotic Melody (Random Journal Entry)
sunset calls the sky home
in a land where the crisp air
of a winter that doesn’t
hurt
fills my lungs until
they beg for release;
I make them suffer
just a little
for the sake of gluttony
I can breathe again
somewhere between
the habit of being
my mother’s daughter
and the responsibility
of my sons’ mother,
I forgot how to be myself
my soul suspended
over the dark chasm
of the unknown,
I swing rather delicately
from strong rope
as voices below ...
in a land where the crisp air
of a winter that doesn’t
hurt
fills my lungs until
they beg for release;
I make them suffer
just a little
for the sake of gluttony
I can breathe again
somewhere between
the habit of being
my mother’s daughter
and the responsibility
of my sons’ mother,
I forgot how to be myself
my soul suspended
over the dark chasm
of the unknown,
I swing rather delicately
from strong rope
as voices below ...
#identity
#nature
#SelfReflection #healing
#SelfReflection #healing
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Home
home always smells
exactly as you remember,
even if
so much time has passed,
the landscape
is now only
vaguely familiar
I had two thousand miles
to dream of you,
journeying across
dark highways
through flat, yellow fields
quietly sleeping
in winter’s embrace;
my solitude a gift
of the gods,
whoever they are
I tried to imagine the view
afforded from the balcony
of life lived without the encumbrance
of existing in a state of anticipation, ...
exactly as you remember,
even if
so much time has passed,
the landscape
is now only
vaguely familiar
I had two thousand miles
to dream of you,
journeying across
dark highways
through flat, yellow fields
quietly sleeping
in winter’s embrace;
my solitude a gift
of the gods,
whoever they are
I tried to imagine the view
afforded from the balcony
of life lived without the encumbrance
of existing in a state of anticipation, ...
#home
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Equilibrada
atop this wicked peak,
trembling legs stand firm ~
inured to the constant
restlessness for action;
focus becomes instinct,
the goal clear and precise
decision to move
from one space to another
has always been territory
claimed for the living;
it often feels I’ve been dead
for far too long to remember
how to breathe deeply enough
to sustain my existence
one foot steadfastly engaged
in dramatic battle
with self-destruction,
the other poised to run
~ afraid of its own shadow ~
greedy...
trembling legs stand firm ~
inured to the constant
restlessness for action;
focus becomes instinct,
the goal clear and precise
decision to move
from one space to another
has always been territory
claimed for the living;
it often feels I’ve been dead
for far too long to remember
how to breathe deeply enough
to sustain my existence
one foot steadfastly engaged
in dramatic battle
with self-destruction,
the other poised to run
~ afraid of its own shadow ~
greedy...
#depression
#grief
#MentalHealth
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Winter Communion
stillness imbues struggle
on cold, dark mornings;
the moon rubs her face
along snowy night’s
velvet blanket;
lithe fingers of pure light
sprinkling diamonds only seen
in the reflection of her smile
careful steps carry me
from the small house
to the lone tree ruling
its tiny front yard kingdom,
gated to protect
a most meager claim ~
reminiscent of days
when we were all satisfied
with far less space
from one another;
a rubbery crunching
beneath winter boots ...
on cold, dark mornings;
the moon rubs her face
along snowy night’s
velvet blanket;
lithe fingers of pure light
sprinkling diamonds only seen
in the reflection of her smile
careful steps carry me
from the small house
to the lone tree ruling
its tiny front yard kingdom,
gated to protect
a most meager claim ~
reminiscent of days
when we were all satisfied
with far less space
from one another;
a rubbery crunching
beneath winter boots ...
#hope
#trees
#nature
#acceptance
#meditation
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Velvet Darkness
spiraling in place,
a perfected pirouette;
tiny dancer, resting
in velvet darkness,
waiting for the light
to return
so she can dance
once again
a perfected pirouette;
tiny dancer, resting
in velvet darkness,
waiting for the light
to return
so she can dance
once again
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
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12 Comments
Guardian Owl of Tourmaline
guardian owl of tourmaline,
your palm-sized purpose
reveling in reconciliation,
carved compassion etched
upon intricate feather;
a gift most precious
given when our love
was still a thing
I’d swear by
your palm-sized purpose
reveling in reconciliation,
carved compassion etched
upon intricate feather;
a gift most precious
given when our love
was still a thing
I’d swear by
#love
#spiritual
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...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
#depression
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
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Southern Geneology
warm, gold-brown hazel
Cherokee-almond eyes
a stained glass window,
reflecting ancestral wisdom
gathered most glorious ~
every soul-palace corner
furnished in absolute honesty;
chandelier compassion
casting warm embraces
upon all who crossed
her well-worn path
she was who she was;
you’d make no mistake
about that
else you’d catch
a snap from
her ever-ready
Benjamin Franklin 5 & Dime
plastic fly-swatter ~
the perfect tool
for afternoon after-storm
kamikaze flies
and...
Cherokee-almond eyes
a stained glass window,
reflecting ancestral wisdom
gathered most glorious ~
every soul-palace corner
furnished in absolute honesty;
chandelier compassion
casting warm embraces
upon all who crossed
her well-worn path
she was who she was;
you’d make no mistake
about that
else you’d catch
a snap from
her ever-ready
Benjamin Franklin 5 & Dime
plastic fly-swatter ~
the perfect tool
for afternoon after-storm
kamikaze flies
and...
#family
#memories
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