A Child’s Plaything

I wrote a thousand words to you
Every line lit my darkened path
Fields in front of me shimmered at dusk
Glowing lumens light my way
Heartfelt were the words I wrote
I anchored myself deep into them
I slumbered until you found my clues
Those bonds safe, now making my way
But as for you, trailing behind my steps
Over distant oceans, mountains high and far off stars
Cloaked sirens whispered your name
Too bad my words were just a child’s plaything
As I am now, then and ever.
(c)2018 DEDHEDPOET
ANDREA PAXLISI TRAVIS

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Paradox

I am Pain. Constructed of
Suffering.
Built on bones of enmity.
Skin of animosity.
A walking paroxysm of despair.
I am Petulant.
Indignant & Acrimonious
Defined not by past
Made not of actions
I am Feelings.
I am Love.
Strong and true.
A paradox of divine image.
(C)2017 Dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis

 

Paradox

I am Pain. Constructed of
Suffering.
Built on bones of enmity.
Skin of animosity.
A walking paroxysm of despair.
I am Petulant.
Indignant & Acrimonious
Defined not by past
Made not of actions
I am Feelings.
I am Love.
Strong and true.
A paradox of divine image.
(C)2017 Dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis

 

She Shuddered

Tell again how she shuddered
movements akin to an aftershock
the totality of mind, body, and soul
her sum being reconciled before all
distant tremors from within
longed to reach the surface
one bead of sweat now formed
atop brow lightly clinging
her heart rhythmically beating
syncing in time with mind
as it expands like a galaxy
so does she go forthwith
(C)2017 Dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis

 

Unseen Life

sinking in change
deep into murky uncertainty
fighting the white-hot
struggle to take
one more breath

never lucid this mortal coil
pushing back against
the imposing crowd
going down, down
the wind plucked away

counting on little
triumphs so few
shackled and bound
to an unseen life

hiding beneath every surface

(c) 2017 Dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis

 

In Frequency

He found himself
Lost in her insanity
Where their souls
Drifted on an emerald current
Two no more, clinging
Holding steadfast, revolving
In frequency as one.

Clarity, revealing
Signs left on walls
That once fortified, now encased
Speaking without deviation
After long years of silence
He heard her song
In frequency as one.

(C) 2017 Dedhedpoet
Andrea Travis