do unto others…
the golden rule is sadly tarnished
rules of engagement
ignored so hard, I’m bleeding inside
i retreat, regroup, rethink
how can two people who once loved so deeply
not even be able to speak?
is this your strategy? is this how you do unto me?
I try that weapon, the blade turns
slicing at what’s left of my heart
betrayed at night by the enemy within
a traitor subconscious
dreaming a language that was ours alone
skin to skin, soul to soul
the code i know you know
something in me won’t let that go
do unto others…
I’ll fight your silence forever
to save my illusions of you
26 May 2018
Always June, you have the power to entice the tiny diamond hidden deep within my core
Exerting pressure with a breeze or the kiss of rain on my cheek
Slowly June, you cajole memory upon emotion upon young woman’s dreams to shine
Polishing away the rough surfaces of subsequent years, disappoints and fears
Beautiful June, faceting my hopes and dreams with brilliance and clarity
Restoring once again clarity to my heart and brilliance to my soul
04 June 2017
For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.
This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.
Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.
Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms
I feel so… stretched
Pulled thin and transparent
I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy
My heart needs… replenishing
Pumped out and labouring
Brown eyes like amber
Tell me all your heart’s secrets
Such treasures preserved
Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate
Leather, chamois, silk, velvet
blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee
I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.
When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.
I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.
I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.
Such a tangled web we’ve woven
Your benign indifference leaves me frozen
Snap you fingers, demand my fire
This bed feels like a funeral pyre
If you don’t love me, leave me be
You can’t pick & choose the parts of me
17 October 2016
Treasured old letters
Love, hope and dreams in cursive
24 April 2016
This inked evidence
I was loved will be again
Proof’s between the lines
Heart do not despair
Your beat lives on in parchment
Tender tinder sparked
1 June 2016
© Karin Bole 2016
Ever want to wind up and pop that fluffy bird of hope that perches in your heart? Maybe tweak one of its tail feathers?
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. ~Emily Dickinson
Bird, Sttaaahhhhppp!!! Why does my heart leap to see his face in my newsfeed? Why did that last box I unpacked contain his letters from University and beyond? Why, when it has been made perfectly clear that he will not speak does that mutant little Ornithurae continue to make me think that he might?! He’s a a big butt head with a head like a butt and I don’t want him to speak but that traitorous turkey warbles away…
How ’bout you just bugger off with that infernal ‘bluebird of happiness’?
Maybe go poop on his head for me…
When I was young, I was fearless
Because I didn’t know or care about the consequences of my actions
Now that I’m old, I am brave
Because I know the consequences and I am still willing to go boldly
24 November 2015
Earl Charles Tupper
Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Friend
8 April 1937-13 October 2015
For my tolerance, Feminism, fairness, love of family and place
For my humour, bad habits, black hair, making fire with two sticks
For my strength that doesn’t shun tears, for believing in me no matter what
You will always be the measure of a man to which all others must aspire
I love you Papasan
~ ‘karn liz, xo
Family, strength, balance, fairness
Uncle Clayton RCMP
Not so bad habits, great sense of humour
Heartfelt thanks for all of your kind comments, the support is so appreciated. I have some close friends here on WP and didn’t want to simply disappear without a word or stay away without letting you know what’s happened. Take good care, K