Life was a Phoenix
The fallen souls,
have risen again,
And the frozen have melted,
The rain that pounded the ground like drums ,
had evaporated to the sky,
The mountains crumbled over the centuries,
then the new ones took place roaring and rumbling,
Life was a phoenix.
A broken tree branch,
grew a young stem,
A little girl with a broken leg,
took off running across the fields,
A baby bird with broken wings,
soared to the skies screeching,
Life was a phoenix.
A broken heart,
had shattered my entire world to fragments,
Traumatized my entire essence,
as red hot knives slashed at me,
I wailed and screamed,
like an abandoned little boy,
so scared in this unloving world,
Life was phoenix.
With my bitter tears,
I glued back my shattered heart,
I tended to my scarred soul,
I tamed my raging emotions,
Outside sunlight had washed my face with warmth,
My lips formed a weak smile,
Life was a phoenix.
With cautious baby steps,
I carried on with my tormented life,
I picked up where I left off,
when warmth replaced the torture in my heart,
I was ready to love again,
I steered this life ahead,
With renewed strength and determination,
I was a phoenix.
(David Grigorian was born deaf in Armenia and got his first hearing aids at the age of eleven. David has been to a lot of places such as Ukraine, Black sea, Japan, and settled in USA, Colorado. He began to experiment with poetry in his teenage years as he experienced first love, first best friend, and first heart break. With poetry David explored and tried to understand life. He had attended and graduated Rocky Mountain College of Art and Design. His writings have been published in local newsletters and a magazine. David's life dream was to be a published author and a poet.)
The Wild Blueberries
Happiness and sadness were two sides of the same coin they said
But he always knew that flipping coins was not his thing.
Dragging himself out of bed
With jammies that looked unchanged since forever
He made his way into the kitchen
Past soiled clothes and mirrors that didn't serve his interest any more
The kitchen sink was full
But the stomach - empty.
Luckily the fridge had an unexpired gallon of milk.
Oatmeal, wild blueberries and milk he thought
Slowly slurping his oatmeal, he pondered
Whether blueberries brought any blues
And why breakfast tasted better with unbrushed teeth.
The body seemed to have gained some energy
But the mind still lurked in some corner.
Some corner of those thoughts
Which had made a close bond with two imposters in the by lanes of yesterday,
Negativity and Melancholy.
Like uncalled visitors,
They frequently visited
With no rhyme or reason
Pretending to give him company.
Instead they left him with residues
Of a gnawing pain
That was hard to explain
To someone or anyone
Well, explain if they called
But phones didn't ring anymore
People didn't call or listen anymore
He was anyway used to
Cold bathroom floors and
Night had set in
The stars still seemed to shine on him
Tucked away in bed
He lay staring at the ceiling
Counting sheep and
Pondering over random thoughts about
Stardust’s in his body
Lyrics to Everybody hurts
And the wild blueberries!
(Caroline James is a information technology professional but she strongly believes that in this age of digital, it is always the human connections that matter more.
She likes to spin magic with words and hopes to change the world one word at a time.)
The Forgotten Life of Velma Evans
From room to room,
she wanders and examines,
each room set with half drawn shades.
So many things leave no impression,
but there are pictures here and there,
that briefly incite a quicker heartbeat
and some pattering of the tiny feet of remembrances.
A vague memory,
almost a seed taking root,
If she could have recalled:
He was always a plane taking off
against the wind,
the smell of Aqua Velva in his cheek.
But, these, only mere images,
fleet and fading.
And if it hurts to remember
once being happy,
then she feels no pain.
(Linda Imbler has five published poetry collections and one hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry. She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. More information can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com)
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