Promise 4: My Love is Nothing Like a Phoenix

Can love shine brighter than a burning flame?

Through which, we see the passion up above

The ember’s easily extinguished frame

Shall never hold a candle to my love.

A spark ignites a frenzy that consumes

and smothers itself out to extinction;

I have no need for love’s ashes exhumed

The smold’ring ash, a crass immolation.

My love is not a fire that burns out,

Without a need for kindling, it thrives;

My heart, with not much fuss, it stays devout;

My loyalty for you, it still survives.

The Phoenix, my Heart never shall it mourn
Do not wish for my love to be reborn.

Promise 3: Collision

Another day passes and I feel that much closer.
What others face in distance is but time for us;
We are trapped in two worlds only minutes apart,
But those very moments bring to a grinding halt
What would otherwise be a peaceful co-existence.

Oh, Satellite that orbits thy heavenly body, align.
Shine a light that the stars may form a neat row.
What work it must be for the planets to meet!
Within touching distance of one another, and yet,
They never become quite so devastatingly close.

If two meet, then surely they must either become one,
Or worse yet, render one or the other unidentifiable,
Its course forever altered by the sheer force of proximity.
And the thought reversing such an event becomes at once,
An elliptical anomaly, and an unfathomable retrogradation.

I’m pulled with gravitational forces beyond comprehension.
Towards you, as the fateful reunion day approaches, I’m drawn.
Weather the catastrophic forces of interplanetary attraction.
Two separate worlds can no longer separate with impunity,
But we can both hope to be whole after the initial impact.

 

Promise 2: Last

I savor our final days like it was our last,
Like the cool droplets in the summer heat.
I count them down like all other days past,
And curiously ask when next shall we meet

But the days and weeks grow long,
And I, too, am weary of the gaps.
How far my steps and my breathing
Will carry me before I collapse?

I savor the end with you but not without conflict,
Neither bitter nor resentful of the time in between.
I am patient, but I am only human. It would seem,
What renders me vulnerable is not – the waiting,

It is the thought of becoming a liar.

And when waiting is all I can do
Because my word is all I can give.
The passage of time, my only respite,
These promises are given in earnest.

“I want you to be worth the wait.”
I hold in me that one final hope.
If you strip me bare to my core,
Leave me with that one belief.

I am not foolish enough to think that anything is owed;
Words are only as worthwhile as the hope they represent,
And we place such value on that air, it made so precious.
And your promises to me, are worth all of their weight.

But what weight does waiting have,
When promises are like bated breath.
When held, our days grow numbered,
and near the end, while there is still time,
I refuse to relinquish my last remaining hope.
It is the only thing I offer that will not vanish;
I would rather suffocate than to breath our last…

 

Promise 1: Shallow Depths

Tell me, that my feelings are shallow
And I wouldn’t deny you that fact,
For my emotions run skin deep,
But not for the fact that at my core
Lies anything superficial, but because
I lack the common decency to deceive everyone
Into believing that things are as peaceful as they seem.

Read it on my expression that refuses to forget:
On my brow and its various contortions and twists,
My lips curved downward: (pursed in shallow dips)
And my eyelids wavering with the sway of regret.

Placidness – is merely the semblance of my fabricated reality
When I invite you into my world, take a look into my eyes, and
Be not afraid of its depths or you and I will drown in its torrent,
Because my shallowness is as deep as my bare flesh, you see.
And the truth is that a single tear dropping in the calm
Is enough to send ripples that bounce, echo, and recall.
Whose amplitude gives way to greater magnitude –
And nature’s violent tidal forces take over.
“I can only hope to be the one to remain.”

Poem 8: Golden Perfection

Rather than try and mess with the way wordpress formats things, I decided to make this poem an image so that the form maintains its integrity across all viewing devices because the shape of the poem is part of the presentation. Due to the nature of the material, this poem is repetitive and at times the sentences aren’t in quite the right order. I basically took a written out paragraph and chopped it up by sentences and arranged them in order of length. The haiku at the center is meant to be read last, but the order doesn’t truly matter, it’s the visual!

With all that technical stuff out of the way, I wrote this poem for my friend who is facing immeasurable hardship. My heart goes out to her. She wished to remain anonymous. When she reads this, I want her to know that I love her with all my heart.  Stay strong. ❤

In Japan there is the mending practice of Kintsugi (literally Gold Joinery), in which broken pottery is repaired using lacquer usually mixed with gold powder. It emphasizes the cracks by making the imperfections stand out. The idea that the bad things in our lives should be forgotten is a flawed idea, and being able to face and embrace our flaws and imperfections will allow us to become stronger in the end. We are not just the cracks and the shattered fragments; we are the whole of those separated pieces, joined together by understanding, courage, strength, experience, and compassion.

~Mari

Poem 7: I, Apart from You

I want to stand by You again,
But my legs have failed me.
Without hope, I cannot stand
The sight of myself. So lonely,
I want to feel like myself again.

My thoughts of You yield no answers,
To be separated from You, is worse still.
When that feeling of closeness wavers
Without it, I’ve neither hope, nor will.

I won’t be able to overcome my gravity
For my legs are aching with numbness
And my heart is heavy with emptiness,
The weight of its despair gives way.

I cannot hope to stand tall without You
Without your strength I’m unable to be.
To venture forth, I can no longer move.
I am hindered, trapped by my inability.

I want to hope again. I can’t imagine
Which is worse? To be truly alone?
Or to be forever waiting? I’ve known,
For You, I will be eternally patient.
It is You, I want to stand by again.


I’ve been trying to use fewer regular rhyme schemes in favor of something more irregular. The stanzas that slightly alter the rhyme scheme are meant to bring attention to specific lines. The clustered rhymes kind of naturally came out when I originally drafted the poem, so I stuck with the format rather than trying to make everything rhyme in the ABAB format for each stanza. Aside from all that technical stuff I wanted to play around with the significance of how far and close the ‘You’ and ‘I’ are from each other.

The short story is nearing completion, it is basically in the rewriting and editing stage. I am aiming for before the end of March. I am also considering arranging it with some folks to read it live, so if anything happens with that, I will announce it in the next post.

~Mari

Poem 6: Villanelle Empathique

No matter how much they hurt you,
Can’t we show a shred of sympathy?
We don’t know what they’ve been through.

We all have bad days, what else is new?
Imprisoned, we can’t seem to break free.
No matter how much they try to hurt you.

What a difference it could make, if only we knew
Just how much torment we cause. Regrettably,
We don’t know what they’ve been through.

What they say to her, a kind person would eschew.
Yet, she dovishly croons her melancholic melody.
“No matter how much they try to hurt you…”

Poisonous words, dripping with malice and spite spew
Hate, it has a source. They’re not always our enemy.
We don’t know what they’ve been through.

Some acts of desperation, we often misconstrue.
Consideration will allow us to understand, eventually.
No matter how much they try to hurt you,
We don’t know what they’ve been through.



This is a more of a description about the problems our protagonist has to face. She is met with hateful words, but her only response is to try and understand why people are this way. Of course, this is an extreme example and not every problem can be solved in this manner, but maybe if people and their enemies tried to understand the other side, maybe some messes would be solved and less feelings hurt.

I am trying to hit 10 poems in this series, so a few new ones are in the pipeline for the coming weeks. In addition to that, I have some short stories that might pop in near the end of March. Look forward to that one because it’ll be nice and spooky! That’s my hope anyway.

~Mari