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suffering the burn

Submitted by Seren on Sun, 2016-02-07 07:39

gripping numbness
ripples across my face,
infinite timed tears
burn through my skin,
glittering a fire
of unrivaled suffering

grief beyond measure
rips apart my psyche,
keening at a moonless sky
I am bereft of my star,
mourning an existence in pain
filled with belief of miracles

all is lost, stop the clock
mark the time, the name, 
is mine, pack my horses Pa
I'm on the long muster

an avalanche blocks
uncertain futures,
an effortless hope
once lied fingerless,
every rocket launch
failed to reach orbit
amounting to nought,
I am falling to earth
as the ash of ash,
the dust of dust

stumbling steps
will halt their gait
tearing eyes will dry,
the pain, the agony
in the heart of my soul
and body, will end

no words of sympathy
erase the inevitable,
no act or deed can halt
a steady march to death

when the breathes
that rise my chest, stop,
when I find a peace
in which I can eternally be,
this agony will have ceased
a horrendous burden lifted away

my one last regret
is to have seen
the power of love,
my deepest feelings
warmed in it's audience,
Yet nay, I've never felt
its eternal glory

I am a mother of miracles
loving them with every breath,
I have been a student
of breathtaking intellects,
observing absolute joy
in the ways of happiness

I've been witness
to the greatest of man,
and of terrifying evil
executing the knight's 

Whole species
have altogether disappeared,
whole countries
crumbled under dictators

a chasm forms
writhing death,
screaming aches
clench and burn
tied to the stakes

I dont want to see anymore
grant me absolution,
give me permission
to fly into the firmament

common sense, isnt quite
as common as it seems,
and true love is as rare
as rocking horse shit

I wasnt meant to be
this life wasn't for me,
I've wasted all my time
now I am lost in rhyme

yet, ever fearful
of a drought of words,
is to have never been
seen or even heard

talking to the father
unto him I pass my cares,
nary a sound or cry falls
to suffer with the fears

Time will regretfully arrive
to say adieu, to kiss you goodnight
that's not yet here my darlings
I'll have infinities forevers,
granted true love finds life

mayday, mayday, mayday
I am crashing, flames 
SOS !! I am an inferno, yet, 

in all this ? I still burn, to live
to arise alight a fire of love.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
Bear with me people...don't ask please xxx always and forever my love xx
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Geremia

Sun, 2016-02-07 09:04

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I've been reading you, my Jayne. You have a special gift, and I am overwhelmed.

your Joe

Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:24

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Its been way too long my friend, I hope your hanging in there will be paying you a visit shortly

So glad you liked it and thought it good xxx

Love your Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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scribbler

Sun, 2016-02-07 09:14

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In the midst of suffering don't let the bad memories overwhelm(is there such thing as mere whelm? lol) the good memories. Watching the sun begin and end a day painting the sky with water colors. The love and support of a good friend.The fast of the first potato chip from a just opened bag. A dusty whirlwind meandering over the plain.The repeated loud whisper of a tide coming in. The promise of cool in the vision of distant mountains.........list goes on and on.............stan

Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:28

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I wrote a poem just for you ... if you get time read it since this comment was its inspiration

Its weird isn't it ? Your one of few that remember me as a rhyming poet, and I was predominantly rhymer, haiku was my first foray into 'other' forms and what brought me to freeverse and blank verse ...

The rhyming comes to easy for me and why I try to stay away lol god knows why ...

Thanks for the visit and the read I appreciate it very much

Love Sis xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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scribbler

Tue, 2016-02-09 22:15

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I'll read that poem soonest. Can't believe somebody actually wrote a poem for me. Why do you stay away from rhyme? I can't say for sure but do you think it Might be because so many academics and editors consider rhyme passé'?.......stan

Seren

Thu, 2016-02-11 11:03

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I read your comment and thought, no its not all doom and gloom there is still a tremendous love of the beauty of our great big world and I have been so down and feeling so horribly sick that I havent been writing about the positives

Thanks for the slap I needed it lol .. I'm still a bit all over the place and it takes me longer to gather my senses but I'm hanging in ... its all I can do

That poems just for you it was a great pleasure to write it, I went into the night and just wrote it .. took the dog though lol lots of snakes round this year

Love you sis xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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scribbler

Sat, 2016-02-13 20:17

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snakes always thick in election years lol

raj

Sun, 2016-02-07 12:18

I have no words to express about your poem..wishing you to continue to be courageous, be well ..we all love you....take good care..

so good to hear from you..

much love and hugs...

raj (sublime_ocean)

Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:30

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That your still here is enough for me, I miss y'all more than you'll ever know .. its harder staying away than what everyone realizes

Thanks for you thoughts and self

Love and biggest hugs Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Rula

Sun, 2016-02-07 13:02

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Me tooo.... what raj has just said.
Wonderful to read your mighty elegant words again dear Jayn.

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Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:31

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I echo my comment to Raj, its very hard not being here much these last few years but an evil necessity

Thanks for your time and comment I do appreciate it

Love Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Sparrow

Sun, 2016-02-07 18:31

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I cannot pack the horses it is not one of my tasks,
There in the midst of rhyme a voice calls out, yet it is shouting to its inner self.
In the quiet of the evening a thought will engulf you, in its breath you will find time to reflect on all those things that enhances your soul, and then in an instant the love of life and why will be answered.
Lovely write in many ways, though between the lines in that silence streams the love of so many,
Yours as always Ian..xx

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Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:45

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You know better than anyone what this is all about I am not going to say much more than that except to say, you are one of the most kind souls I've ever had the privilege of knowing, thanks for always being there and just being you.

One of the greatest men I've ever known

Love always Jaughter xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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alidzain

Mon, 2016-02-08 04:06

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I really respect you for your skill, my friend. You're amazing. This poem is one of those filled with imagery and emotion which you have molded into a masterpiece. Thank you for haring.

If you must go,
I want you to know
you'll never be forgotten.
my love, you have earned.

In my soul
I lit a candle for you
and your art
will be the remembrance
of you.

Spread your wings
with pride.
Fly free,
fly high.

Away from pain,
the mortal chains
will be broken
by the hands of time

and yet
you'll always be here
in the kingdom
of my heart and soul.

You'll never be far apart,
'cos you're always
in my heart.

Love you always, your frtend and fan
Alid

Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:46

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Thanks so much for your words I do appreciate them ... your poems hard for me to read atm the moment ... I'll come back to it ok ?

Love and biggest hugs Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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alidzain

Tue, 2016-02-09 14:37

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take your time, my friend.

Love you always
Alid

Seren

Thu, 2016-02-11 11:06

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I am glad you understand I started to read it but ? It got difficult and crying exhausts me these days I need my energy for sleeping and stuff lol hugs still got my sense of humour ;)

Love J xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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Esker

Mon, 2016-02-08 17:47

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Jayne...the best line ever!!
u gotta move....you leave some shit
like our souls depart...
what is left behind is our shit..
I look at mine all my crap
I went through storage units
and rentals
cleaned houses after people
passed or divorced...
to the remaining most was
shit...to those gone it was
worth something
..strange but then that
person died..
and same was done..
like world war two or vietnam
lockers gone through
bag it tag it

so what we want too leave
are not our cherished collections
but written or songs or drawings
or sculptures or collections
of precious
creations
child..time together
volunteerism...(others remember us more this way)
time to talk on the corner...mall...visit...
then the promises
thoughtful card notices
.

rare as rocking horse shit...!
I worked with horses...shovelled shit
had to spread straw..knew the horse
fresh gravel..etc...the horse
had bad asthma..now I know that
a humans inhaler can help the horse
U clamp One nostril closed! U blast
the inhaler into the open nostril and
poor old horse is good for awhile!!
I like animals....I try to like humans!!

this poem is awesome....
proving too me that U can pull
off many styles

thank U

Seren

Tue, 2016-02-09 07:53

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Hello its been while eh ?

I find animals easier to understand than people, I've come to the conclusion I was put in the wrong body I should have been the loyal mutt of some sweet old lady ... I would have thrived, this human form is not for the faint hearted, we all have our trials and through this life I've suffered, maybe more than some less than others, since August '13 I've learned about the many types of pain and become its mistress, it'll go one way or the other, which ever way it goes I will write until I am incapable

It's all I know any more, and the only thing that makes sense

Thanks for the visit

Much love Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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