Memento Mori
Comfort in Mortido
Open arms
I nest because it's winter
This sun of yours,
dim and warm,
digging and nesting its way in
I sigh...
Slipping in smooth, soft veil
covered all the way up to the lower lip
It's not even cold
The ice inside is melting away
The water is rising
Swallowed and swimming
in a replica of the ocean
Ashes is my only shore
You see this fire
burned my shrines to the ground
And took its toll
And carried it
And still can never go undone
Lighthouse and blaze
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I self destruct with charm
Temptation drips
Cherry liquor bleeding on the lips
Rocking chair by the fireplace
Dim lights and I wait
Cross legged
Creak, creak
I tip toe on pleasure notes
Fervent and quenched
~
Whims are fairytales
I grew out of and outgrew
Ghost stories became tangible
Sad end for the insatiable wrap
that covers me still
~
Velvet is too much of a comfort
for all the souls nailed on the cross
We, the fallen
caricatures of a life gone for good
Crescent and eclipsing
Resurrection now only in pain
This must be Hell that everyone condemns
For the sinner, an ordinary Monday
~
I don't want to linger around paper boats
That's why I'm walking around pretty motels
So I can come straight home
~
There...
In my lake of tears
the white swan
dissolves into the ugly duckling
Surface is not for me
I find comfort only when my breath is taken
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⚜ For my late husband.
⚜ The loss of comfort as I knew it. C omfort now in pain.
⚜ Pictures are selected and combined in a collage to capture the aesthetic imagery and symbolism of the poem.
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Jessie Wylder
Writing has been my safe place, my antidote to grief, my love language, my psychonaut trips.
I'll give you what we all need; a hand, a shoulder, an empty page to sign your existence.
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You are so talented.
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Finding comfort in its rejection or absence... Amazing work!
I love your writing skills! You give life to the words!
I liked this one a lot! Strong imagery and symbolism