All poems posted here were written by Coreen Evers. If you have
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It's not fair--chimes are
not to be seen but heard.
Silent sleep seeks the sounds,
useless where the wind cannot
stir them to their unique tinkling
harmony to scatter off this ancient
dust from their silvery shells.
I grasp their string and send
waves of solace to the singing bells
only to find their tone flat.
Let them be free to ring--
I'm just a child.
The Flight
Subtle, soft (and steadfast?--No.) I farewell
to the canvas painted o'er onto Time
in vast onyx. Shall I see the sublime
gold thrones of Divine Castle, to but quell
my weary soul? Or find perpetual
woe in my lost love longed and stones ne'er deemed
overturned? (God forbid) I'd sleep and dreamed
and possess regret--sorrow eternal!
Ah, but not so. He will lift me to soar
above Earth and Memory. No baggage
to weigh down my celestial plumage
will He give, for I am what He was for.
Through a life by Love His caring casting,
forging liberation everlasting.
To Nameless
Alas, my son, I cannot
love you. I wept not at
your birth. No Mother's
joy, no instinct filled my
soul. When I relinquished
your love it was without
remorse. No regret, for I
remember your father
all too well.
Oh, Motherless child!
Do not care for me, for
I cannot--dare not--accept
your love. His love was a
curse. You, the product
of an evil hex upon my
life (unholy).
Do not curse me again.
Ask me not my reasons
unless you wish the truth
be known. I doubt then
you will endure the sight
of me as
I loathe the
thought of you, my son.
A World Divine
I am the ebbing firelight
fading so delicately
watching with wonder--
nature’s pearls of dawn
lie still upon the gentle
Gaea’s fertile womb--
beads of labor
sprouting freely on a
weary mother’s brow.
I am the sand pebble
a fragment of ocean dust
settling in the depths of
Poseidon’s vast realm.
I see him immersed in
his eternal burden.
It swirls high above,
ever threatening its
power overcome me.
I am the drifting leaf,
dipped in autumn gold,
dancing to the fading
melody in the sky
Zeus calls his own.
Searching shining eyes
when he cradles me
in the gusts of his arms,
a final moment before
I float down to begin
my chthonic journey.
Nocturnal
Those blankets for weary wanderers fail to
comfort through never-ending midnight
grow heavier with each dramatic motion,
the hand passes over the stoic face of the
mute prophet. The right to finally lie over their
exhausted explorers so vehemently denied
by those they merely desire to hold, a single
embrace, forbidden by relentless voyagers
undaunted by darkness and deafened to pleas
of fatigued bodies and souls for rest. An end.
The journey has taken its always bitter toll,
no strength left for the approaching dawn
(its warmth now creeps over the horizon).
The world of light sought does not shine its
glory beyond the black shroud hanging loosely
above the travelers' wrongfully chosen path. No,
it eludes them still. Harsh reality remains no matter
how furiously fast and long they ride without slumber.
Listen to the Thunder
Swirling waters beneath,
threatening sky above,
you will the depths be
merciful, swallow you whole.
Oh, disconsolate sailor,
alone on the ocean.
You have no map,
the stars defy,
all hope abandoned,
forever lost at sea.
But listen! Hear the thunder?
Let your heart rejoice,
for thunder fades as
time finds focus.
It's ruthless torment,
soon only memory if you
choose to weather the rest.
Let thunder be your hope.
Clouds disperse, sea grows calm,
lost no more, sailing home.
Oblivious
By the light of demon moon they ride
toward the slaughter to Death's gate.
Wailing winds to halt deadly pace fail.
Hoofbeats prophecy despair, earth quivers
anticipating new rivers to weather it's face.
Breath drawn, one closer to last,
fleeting hearts torn from corpses live.
Dawn, harbinger of darkness draws neigh,
and yet they ride. They still ride.
Refuge
Into unforgiving winter he journied forth,
leaving home (false warmth), cold do what it will.
Mother forgot again tell him take his coat
while Father turned away from Life and Love,
an unshed tear glistened in unheeding eye.
Nothing to protect bare skin from wind's bite
like wild dogs tearing into innocent prey.
Among stinging white into darkness he plunged.
Far from Life, trees cast their shadows all about,
looming giants ready to crush with mere shade.
Footsteps' echoing crunch beneath tired soles,
no one to hear in quiet desolation.
Days upon forevers he moved forward
only to regress an unfeeling beast.
Heart's fire doused with waters quickly turned ice,
an army of demons' wardance stomped in mind.
Defeated, a living corpse, collapsed to knees.
Eternally weary, breathed last in pristine snow.
But then Mercy came, knelt close to the pale face.
Miracle air filled still lungs from her Life's breath.
Away from cold she took him--so gently--
to shelter, finally true home of Light.
Arrival cautious, delirious in hate.
Heart beat no strength, every breath a struggle,
dying soul required nourishment of Love.
Tending countless mortal wounds with kindness,
lying next to lifeless body she gave warmth.
Sacrificed Life and Love (healing power)
to weakness passing with days and forevers.
Slowly he emerged from his private abyss
taking sustainance from his savior eagerly.
All he could desire, all ever needed,
not questioned when asked or denied in spite.
Mercy watched cheeks bloom rose and eyes sparkle,
but only when seeing her did progress come.
Soon nothing left to be freely given;
Mercy drained of Life and Love, begging release
from dependence and infatuation.
Years of starvation made him deaf to her cries.
Spent was Mercy so into winter again
he went forth no more ready than before.
Trees cast their shadows crushing him mercilessly.
Eternally weary, breathed last in pristine snow.
