Timeless Lyrical Ephemera . . . a poetic journey

Fighting a Liar

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 03:54:00 +0000

I am lighting a fire
with a hand full of fuses
pockets of sticks and stones

I am fighting a liar
who stands by the window
refusing like hell to fight back

My world pours with rain
turning glass to a wall
soul bleeding out on the floor

My world roars with pain
and the ash melts to mud
truth blowing away on the air

Come wind, tease my ears
swell against my cold heart
revive now my life from this ruin

Come wind, ease my tears
I’ll lean into your strength
rise from the ashes and soar

Moonbathing

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 03:53:00 +0000

Step with me into argent pools
of September moonlight and
we'll rinse away the last strands
of sunlight from our skin.

Turn your face up into
the velvet black sky and
inhale all the tranquility
of a full-moon night.

Whisper your troubles
to the moon, he'll listen
with care, then set them
adrift on wisps of cloud.

Then dance along with me
in the freedom of knowing
what it is to love, to need
to give and simply to be.

No matter the distance
from your body to mine
our souls can join hands
across what divides us.

Meet me underneath the
harvest moon this night,
my soul-friend I'll join you
and for a little while.

We'll slip the coat of this
heavy world from our
shoulders, and rest for
a time in the arms of night.

Alone

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 23:50:00 +0000

Alone is twenty minutes long;
it ticks and whispers,
taunts me.

Alone is every day you're gone-
the darkest nights spent
at sea.

Alone's a vast and silent song-
the howl that breaks skies,
shakes trees.

Alone is bitter on my tongue.
An icy north wind
flies free.

Alone is twenty minutes long;
I breathe and count them,
slowly.

Heat

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Sat, 22 May 2010 01:22:00 +0000

The day is sun-scorched, the shadows
thin and dry,as though a gust
of wind would scatter them
like so many burnt pages.

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Day 172

Watercolor

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Fri, 21 May 2010 01:11:00 +0000

Come Rain. Wash Sun's bright hues
from green trees, red bricks,
blue skies. My eyes ache
for the cool following a storm.

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Day 171

Supplication

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Thu, 20 May 2010 01:08:00 +0000

The sun turns lazily on a bed of cloud
sighing over the garden.
My hollyhocks bow their heads
as if to pray for rain.

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Day 170

Rebirth

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Wed, 19 May 2010 01:07:00 +0000

This chrysalis is not lovely
doesn't inspire, but the breaking
pushing, fight for freedom
will make for amazing flight.

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Day 169

Writing Dangerously

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Tue, 18 May 2010 04:58:00 +0000

There is a risk in releasing
your words to fly across a page.
They might, like sparrows,
sing your secrets to the trees.

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Day 168

Ode to a Statue

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Mon, 17 May 2010 04:56:00 +0000

Oh nymph poised to leap into
the crystal cool, can you know?
I long to feel your wet embrace
to share-Joy Of The Waters!

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Day 167

After

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Sat, 15 May 2010 19:53:00 +0000

After the rain I seek out
a puddle, or a lawn sprinkler, or lie
on my back in the river,
to wet my soul against drought.

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Day 166

Ordinary Day

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Fri, 14 May 2010 20:03:00 +0000

The sun also rises on the middle
days, when the air is just air,
and I'm happy to be breathing.
Even heat can be a gift.

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Day 165

Alice Begins Again

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Thu, 13 May 2010 22:23:00 +0000

The looking glass she stepped through
shattered, so she picked up
the pieces and reassembled
to find her reflection anew

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Day 164

Safety

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Thu, 13 May 2010 01:00:00 +0000

Once the rain, washes tears
from my face, I open my eyes.
I'm circled by friends: each
cradling a piece of my brokenness

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Day 163

Fledgling

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Wed, 12 May 2010 01:00:00 +0000

Tiny feathers drying amidst broken
shell -- trembling, heart pounding
transformed, soon my soul
will quit the nest and fly.

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Day 162

Spilled

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Tue, 11 May 2010 00:55:00 +0000

How does one who once
unabashedly poured love
out, now unwanted, gather
herself into a pitcher
to someday pour again?

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Day 161

Wake Up, Alice

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Mon, 10 May 2010 00:53:00 +0000

Pocket watch in hand, I stare
at the looking glass. If I step inside
will I find myself, or wake
to find it all a dream?

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Day 160

Glass Half Full

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Sun, 09 May 2010 00:47:00 +0000

The milk moon fills my glass
strengthens me in the night
I drink my fill of his nurture
spread my wings and take flight.

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Day 159

Moon Man

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Sat, 08 May 2010 00:47:00 +0000

I see your face, moon at my window
peering past curtains of night.
I sleep the hours away
cradled in rays of your light.

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Day 158

Comfort

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Fri, 07 May 2010 00:42:00 +0000

Man in the moon whispers my name tonight
bathing me in silvery light.
I quiet my mind and heart
grateful for your peace.

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Day 157

More or Less

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Thu, 06 May 2010 00:39:00 +0000

It's this space between
you and me, the squeezing
pressing, distance thing
that makes it hard to breathe.
I need less.

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Day 156

Hard to Get

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Wed, 05 May 2010 00:37:00 +0000

Solitude beckons. I need
to hear his whispers, feel his touch
to breathe and sit in silence
Yet I avoid myself. I wait.

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Day 155

Carry Me

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Tue, 04 May 2010 00:35:00 +0000

Come darkness, come fireflies
come shimmering moon.
Bear me away on the night. Show me
how to dream, to dance, to love.

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Day 154

Solace

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Mon, 03 May 2010 00:33:00 +0000

If I lie upon your breast, sister
earth, if I sob out all my sorrow,
will you, with my tears
bring new life from your soil?

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Day 153

In Darkness

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Sun, 02 May 2010 00:31:00 +0000

Center of a void I stand,
paper moon crumpled in my fist.
There's no light here I didn't bring
I must shine my way out.

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Day 152

Obscuring

noreply@blogger.com (TaunaLen) — Sat, 01 May 2010 00:28:00 +0000

White fog erases lines from the sky
until blurry and smeared-
skyscrapers peer through the mist
at the eye of my camera.

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Day 151