Boarding the red-eye into the Evers yet again
where these paralytic dreams rise and fall
like the elegant waves of a looking glass field
lulling me toward that perfect intersection
where time and space intertwine
Even further I go
I was here, but I disappear
further, further...
Until I am everywhere
and nowhere
And I'm drifting in a sea of beguiling conceptions
underneath a pineal storm
I'm pretty sure I've been here many times before
where this parallel greeting me in the reflection
remains as familiar as the rising sun
Face to face, this enigma and I
collecting ternary allowances
while confined to weary contradictions
but always keeping within grasp
the elixir that keeps this journey sustained
Pushing and pulling, and so it goes
until each compressed sigh yields
consumed by the need to satiate infinite yearning
which has been swelling for time on end
and painting my psyche lucid with desire
But it's always the same
I open my eyes as the Evers sound their call
A smile I keep for myself. I know
the white walls mirroring the color of clouds
as they move over the sun
...written by Jenny Barson
The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid ~ Atticus
Saturday, April 18, 2020
LAMENT
infinitely imprinted
by some quintessence
in those of my tender years
ever evolving, thriving
it never ceased
unconditional exaltation
swells in my overwhelmed soul
filled with sanguine dreams
I abolish their might
but enduringly they reappear
oh this painful tragedy
I must steadfastly remain
reticent forevermore
...by Jenny Barson
JADED (written in the days leading up to my divorce)
With fire alight in my amber eyes
I have become a woman jaded
Draining is this our bitter demise
Still fighting after hope has faded
This face so quietly masks the pain
but to look deep within one might learn
that these golden orbs all my anguish contain
and may surmise the freedom I yearn
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...Written by Jenny Barson
Draining is this our bitter demise
Still fighting after hope has faded
This face so quietly masks the pain
but to look deep within one might learn
that these golden orbs all my anguish contain
and may surmise the freedom I yearn
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...Written by Jenny Barson
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