Running with the Wolves (revisited)

Moon

Full

Ripe

Shines on skin

Alabaster

Frost crunches

Under bare feet

Breath a vaporous cloud

Visible in the chill night air

I do not feel the cold

Shiver only from the thrill

 

Mournful cry

Of my brothers and sisters

In the still night

Calls to me

Sings of adventures

To be shared

Pulses in my veins

Awakens the hunter

Lures me to the pack

 

I give up

My fear

My humanity

 

I offer

Rich

Red blood

Burning passion

That smolders deep

 

I embrace

The night

Heady freedom

Darkness

Wildness

 

I am running with the wolves tonight

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

My Lonely Seasons Pass/A Mad World Poem: Christine Ray & S. Francis

A collaboration between Christine of Brave and Reckless and S. Francis of SailorPoet


The days blend, one into the other,

Waking naked into the world, I stare

Into a meaningless blur trying for

Definition with a shave and makeup

Armor to protect from soulless work

Seeping inside these walls to steal

What remains of my fight.  I sleep

Empty in bed, cold featureless sheets

Cover my flesh, only virgin pillows

Wrapped in white, offering contours.

Loneliness like a season failing passage.

I Am A Run On Sentence (revisited)

I am a run on sentence

Too many ideas

Ping pong in my head

Too many fragments of me

Run amok

Across the page of my life

 

No patience with punctuation

No place left to pause for breath

Hurtling

Always hurtling

Onward

Through space

Through time

 

Afraid to stop too long

To rest

Hesitant to contemplate

Each phrase on its own

In its weighty separateness

 

Wary of pausing

To consider

Meaning

Context

Direction

Implication

 

Reluctant to allow

Each element

Of my sentence

To just sit

For a moment

And breathe. . .

Origami

I cannot

Be broken

Twice

But life is

Doing its damn best

To bend me

Fold me

Into painful

Sharp

Origami shapes

 

Crane

Butterfly

Swan

Turtle

Frog

Dragon

 

Over and over

Deep creases form

In my skin

My muscles twist

My bones scream

My heart aches from compression

My soul cries mercy

As I contort

Become unrecognizable

Fall to the ground

Like crumpled paper

 

Paper Heart

Cardstock

Glue

Strips of torn colored silk

Tiny silver beads

Feather found

On a walk

We took together

Midnight poem

From my soul

Indelibly inked

Upon the surface

The secrets

About you

I have been

Keeping

 

This is how I construct

The paper heart

I hand to you

A gift

A proxy

For the delicate

Clockwork

Inside my chest

That has

Oh so slowly

Begun to beat

In time

To yours

Why?

You ask why

as if there is some answer

that would satisfy us

that could make us nod our heads

in collective agreement

Yes, we would say wisely

he should have taken his life

Yes, she deserved to be a statistic

 

Ask instead:

how much pain a human being

must be in to choose dying

over existing?

Ask:

how low self-worth can sink

to sincerely believe that

wives

husbands

children

parents

siblings

best friends

would be better off without him?

How dark and poisoned

must the air surrounding her become

to choose to stop breathing?

 

I have stood at the edge of the abyss

weary to my very bones

helpless

hopeless

trapped so deep and alone in my own head

that I did not believe that I would ever be able to free myself

from the sticky black tar that filled my lungs

filled my thoughts

hell on earth

I do not need to ask why

 

There is piercing ache in my soul

that another sister

another brother

another life

has been lost

no memorials for me to lay a wreath

no candles to light

no hands to hold

in this nameless war

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

 

My Truth

My words

My blood

My bones

My tears

My pain

My joy

My heart

My soul

 

You may steal

My words

Borrow

My sentences

Appropriate

My verse

But my

Fingerprints

Have marked them

They are woven

Like strands of my DNA

The essence of who I am

Rings true

You will not

Steal my voice

You shall not

Steal my truth

Forces far more powerful

Far more fierce

Than you

Have tried to silence me

And still I stand