Free Falling

All my memories about life, my young life, my middle aged life, and now the memories I create in my golden years - all my memories are the paints I use to expose who I am. Sharp moments in life often give me imaginative images in my head and if only I were capable of recreating what I see as a movie! If only I could paint a movie my words would be few. I would love to use animation or tricks of film to visually share what my heart feels and what my thoughts weave. For now I am limited with words as my medium.

Weaving thoughts in and out and around within my mind leads me to words - words are the audible and visual paint that pushes and pulls another's soul. The pushing and pulling is poetry - I suspect.
I, at times, write poetry - I pretend.


Poetry is like art. Art is what we say it is? Right? Deep subject and one I am not wanting to discuss. Poetry is what I am today.


Yesterday, I relived  childhood elaborations of my life, a life all jagged with sharp razors of emotion and overflowing with adventure - but Today?
Today I am being this moment, I am feeling this moment, I am being poetic - in this moment.


My poet wants to write about where my tender heart rest within an unrestful state of being. I want to fly away. I want a different life. I want I crave I need new air.

I want a world that does not deliberately create pain - and that want is deep.

Imaginably ....  I fall away from all - free falling - slipping away from solid earth into oblivion.

I want to fall away like Alice in The Last of the Mohicans ... a choice ....  stepping out into the comfort of the sky holding me, taking me away, I breathe and let my heart grow wings to release me from emotional pain.

(Image from Google images, movie Last of the Mohicans)

Reality today is too solid and razored. Today I leap beyond my sorrow.
Today I assuage my soul with words. Today I let my soul Free Fall Away from all pain.

Free Falling Away

I stand in the center

The hub point of a wheel

All the spokes poke

Me

Sticking sharp words into

My soul

My heart beats and bleeds

And fears breathe toxins into
My body and mind

My fears scream and my Exhalations

Cause supportive spokes to sharpen

Pointed tongued mouths
throwing barbs that penetrate my soul
and wound me
(did I allow this? did I ask for this?)

My sins?
Oh My sins! ha!

Wrong words

Wrong heart

Wrong expressions

Wrong timing

Wrong life

I am busting

Bursting inside

Shattered - my circle

Comes undone

Accusations

Words - Screams- Hurt

I share my heart

I share my inner world

I share my love
Then 

I am shredded

I walk with a cut soul

Cut by Sharp edges of controversy

Breaking out

Bursting spontaneous explosions

Combustive Shattering

Junctures

Fear Filled Moments

Propel my mind toward Jumping

Jumping Leaping Flying

Release

Out from

Away from

Free from

All hate filled words

All belligerence

Slander

Vilification

I fly free

Falling away from all the mouths

That speak of Love

Shredding this heart

The center of my being

Sharp words push me to

 Fly free

Free Falling Away

Falling Falling Falling

I watch that cliff of pain become

A vacant distant home

Free Falling Away

I become a bird

And Fly Away

Into another life

Far from the Wheel

Far from deadly jagged spokes

I'm Free Falling away from pain

I soar away 

Free 

Away

From 

Pain

I 

Am 

Free

Falling 

Away

(Poem by Maryanne Mesplé all rights reserved)

( http://nuitsibelle.tumblr.com/image/109826978609 )

(All stories blogged by me are my property and protected under copyright laws. No part may be used or reproduced in anyway without my permission ~ Maryanne Mesplé) 

Never

Never

Never do we ask to be

In a place where demons

Are free to rule

With aggression and

Pointed vile words

Never

Never do we beg to feel

The piercing points of

Words meant to kill

One’s spirit

Never

Never are we poised and

And ready to

Discover we are

Loathed and Hated

By those we love

Never

Never are we prepared

To defend our heart’s

Passions and faults

For our heart is who

We are inside

Never

Never are we meant

To shed a million tears

Regretting life

Regretting love

Regretting hope

Regretting faith

Regretting our own 

Existence

Never

Tearing Apart

Evening skies are falling

Drenching my heavy heart

Tears from the clouds slash me

Reminding me of my loss

The stillness is

Tearing my heart

Apart

Wetness soaks me

My bones feel cold

Sounds of liquid stones

Pounding 

Penetrating my soul

The stillness is

Tearing my heart

Apart

The smell of the earth’s longing

As she drinks in the rain

Soothes my spirit

Hope perhaps 

Regained – no –

The stillness is

Tearing my heart

Apart

Evening skies groan

Hurling light across the heavens

I sit and remember

Through sight, smell and touch

Through hearing and taste

The stillness inside is

Tearing my heart

Apart

Poem and Photo by Maryanne Mesplé

We Are Intertwined

We sling lies

We spew venom

We crawl with the snakes

We scurry with the creatures

Of the emotional night

And Yet

For all the imagined poison

For all the imagined electrocutions

For all the imagined executions

Of my heart

Of their hearts

Of your heart

I remain in love

With your soul

Knowing you

I know me

Knowing we came from the same

Universal womb

Knowing we are one

Knowing we all have pain

Knowing we all have fears

Knowing – accepting

You will always remain

My brother

My sister

My kin

We are intertwined

Beyond thought

Your sufferings

Become my sufferings

And my reach for Love

Becomes your reach for love

We are one

Here

Now

Forever

~ Maryanne Mesplé April 17, 2016  - a snowy Sunday