~ Sleeping Eve’s Lament ~

(Photo by Maryanne Mesplé 5-2016)

~Sleeping Eve’s Lament~

I sleep - I dream

Eyes shut against visions unreal

Believing I see and hear God

I sleep - I dream

Desiring, devouring

Forbidden harvest

Believing I’m dismantling truths

I sleep – I dream

I fall betraying my soul

Revealing the rawness

A veneer of flora conceals

Believing I’m naked

I sleep - I dream

Reaching inward outside myself

Touching skin to love

Believing I’m birthing sin

I sleep – I dream

Unconscious in fantasia

Waiting to be awakened

Believing Singularity

Poem and Photo by Maryanne Mesplé May 2016 

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)

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God Knows You

The thickness of yesterday

Prevents me from breathing

I'm gasping - choking

 The denseness of the past

Suffocates me as I drown

Submerged in the discovery

Of secrets kept

Silent

Cutting deep into my marrow

Severing life from my heart

My voice is stolen

My life is shaken

There is Anger

Anger too venomous

Anger that is beyond

Understanding

Anger

Fueled by Kali’s breath

Filling my soul

I am overcome

There's a desire 

A compulsion

A calling

To hunt you down

The wanting of

Vengeance

The need for

Revenge consumes me

You should be a trophy

You should hang lifeless

On the nail that

Caused all our

Lives 

To bleed out

In this moment I now

Know what

and Who

True Evil

Is

You know what you did

You know what you harmed

You know how you harmed

You know who you harmed

You know you lied to yourself

And your soul knows

God knows

But then

You've always been smarter than

God 

So you've thought So

You've acted

You believe you are cool

You believe you are smart

You believe you are above it all

But God Knows

Your smirk

Your smugness

Your stench is over powering

You. Know. Who.

You. Are.

And God Knows

Poem by Maryanne Mesplé

May 21, 2016

A Wish

(Photo by Maryanne Mesplé 2016)

My grandson made a wish today

Then blew it upon a breeze

Where a hundred fairies carried his dream

Above and beyond the trees

He looked up into my eyes and grinned

"Nana it's gone!"

I hugged him with a loving gaze that said

"Have faith, it won't be long"

Poem by Maryanne Mesple

May 4th, 2016

Missing Him

My husband will be away for almost another year and I'm missing him deeply. It's the weather, the time, the void of my best friend's presence that inspired this poem.

Painting by David Mesplé

Absent Love

Long and dark are the nights

Empty is the bed

Where your body

Should be

I reach for you

Instead I touch

Nothing

It’s exhausting

On my heart

My soul

My world

Longing to pause

Head upon your chest

Listening to your

Heartbeat

The reassurance

Of love

Long dark cold nights

Alone without touch

Hurting inside

Desiring your breath

To brush against

My cheek

Instead I reach

Feeling empty space

Where your body should be

I ache

Poem by Maryanne Mesplé

You're Not Here