Years of silence.
When I am down and, oh, my soul so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
I have been quiet, oh so quiet, no doubt. Deep in my cave, down in the Underworld, stinging myself repeatedly. But it is time to rise again, to watch the vegetation grow, to sow seeds and create. Hades can stay below and leave me the hell alone.
There are new kernals, small gems crystallizing, sparkling little bits wanting to be shaped and molded into form. Strange how they've been there all along, waiting to be mined...I just haven't had the strength to do the digging for some time now. The weight of Hades upon me, stifling me, swallowing my energy, using me up.
I've shifted the weight, I've escaped and I see the light of the Sun trickling through. That's all I need, a tiny thin sliver of light, to make things grow. And so here I am...almost me, but not quite. A new version of me, old hidden scars healing, and I know the more recent scars, ones that don't run quite so deep, will mend in time.
I'm in the process of rescuing tons of my old poetry from mini drives and converting them into usuable form. I will share some here as I make progress. A lot of my work was lost when I lost my poetry site but there is still quite a bit available on my pages at Author's Den I am searching high and low for my poetry and articles but it will take some time, a labor of love.
Here's a poem I have recently found and converted:
Clash of Tides and Shore
Discord -
Movement, in, around, misstep
At the conjunction,
Your soul wrapped around mine,
Tripping and falling, merging in a clash,
Lightning ripping through,
Streaks of hellish heaven dipping down
To tantalize, electrify, tear us in two -
A sizzle, a spark, flash flood of emotion…
The timing was off (or was it?),
The song sung out of rhythm,
The instruments out of tune.
Discord -
Words not spoken hold the power,
So refrain, retrain, kiss the back of my hand,
Dip into the frenzy within,
It’s not as peaceful as you thought, is it?
The clash of the tides and shore, quiet heartache,
Tiny grains of sand washing away,
Scuttling crabs rushing in the surf,
Trapped in the storm, swollen in their shells…
The timing was off,
A humming drone - words you say,
An eclipse hidden within the rain…
Dena L Moore, June 26, 2007
Do you know me? Really know me? This is both the question and the answer.
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
