What Good Can Come From Memories?

 

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what good does it do me to toil and plough

the fallow fields of my mind in search of thou

or memories of this and that

or then and there, or what and where

what good is a memory of a broken vow?

what use in the memory of a broken bough?

bringing tears to my eyes and furrowing to my brow

perhaps all is best forgotten now

~cie~

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/14/saturday-mix-rhyme-time-14-november-2020/

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2020-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-14

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Heeding Haiku: Raindrops on Rose Senryu

Photographer Unknown

raindrops on a rose

rain mingles with fallen tears

raindrops on my face

~cie~

Carpe Diem New Beginnings: First Cry

Image by DatWuschel from Pixabay

first cry of the heart

the wild anticipation

drowning in desire

years ahead lead to regret

saltwater overflowing

~cie~

notes

I have been working on Fetch (Team Netherworld's main WIP) and was inspired to create a Fetch story poem in the voice of Princess Ondina.

OctPoWriMo 2019: Day 9: What My Eyes Saw

I Blinked and the World Was Gone

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

My eyes saw that in the end

Everything was just a lie

Seeing is not believing

Hearing is deceiving

Truth is but a silent sigh

Perspective nothing but perception

Reality is, on one hand, subjective

And on the other hand as objective

As a knife to the spine

My eyes are but windows

To the lies my soul tells

~Cie~

Carpe Diem Acts of Devotion: Lourdes

Copyright Dennis Jarvis

would I be washed clean

of the stain of my mistakes

if I bathed in Lourdes?

~Cie~

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #97: Depth of a Flower

Wildflower Bouquet

I

windy weather

calling the flowers by name

each nods

windy weather
inspiring too much thinking 
melancholy thoughts

calling the flowers by name
the flowers in a graveyard
have names of the lost

each nods
no fight when the time has come
blowing away home

II

depth of a flower

flying away with the bee

some mystery

depth of a flower
what hides deep inside beauty
mystery within

flying away with the bee
nectar feeds tomorrow's child
hope for the future

some mystery
can spark curiosity
or can drive one mad

Jane & Cie

Notes:

The "sleighs" of these two Troiku were created by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The Six Horses of the Apocalypse escaped from my unstable stables.

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 5: The Aroma of Pine

Pine Tree

the aroma of pine

and the young morning's fresh rain

reach my words

the aroma of pine

in a place long left behind

shadows of what was

and the young morning's fresh rain

cries the tears that I cannot

heart frozen inside

reach my words

but understand not a one

no-one can know me

~Pirate & Cie~

Notes:

The "sleigh" of this Troiku was written by Hamish "Managua" Gunn, aka Pirate. The three (utterly fucking depressing) Horses of the Apocalypse are my creations. Read them and despair. 

I am in rather a bleak mood today. Please, no comments suggesting therapists, drugs, or any of that sort of thing. That shit doesn't work for me. I just have to work my own way out of it.

NaPoWriMo 2019: Day 18: A Soul Dull and Filled with Pain

I Blinked and the World Was Gone Version 5

Copyright The Real Cie

A life lost and lonely from first cry

A soul not soothed by any lullaby

Days are hopeless, dull, and filled with pain

Till the moment when the unwanted ones are left alone to die

~Cie~

Notes:

The poem style is Rubai. This is a brief poetry form requiring the story to be told in four lines. I believe I have accomplished this.

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 30: Shrouded

Copyright Lassaffa

So everyone dances

Swinging along the moon

Singing their joyful tune

Swaying to the rhythm

Sweethearts are so in love

Standing in the shadows

Shrouded figures grieving

~Cie~

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 17: N is for Nocturne

Copyright: shamain / 123RF Stock Photo

I want to sing you to sleep

When you wake

You will be far away from this place

And all the pain you have known

Remember who you are

Remember your kindness and your principles

Know that someone always loves you

More than anything

Please forget me

And the sorrows you've been through

In this terrible world

My heart will always be true

Only to you

Forget me, my love

For I can only bring you sorrow

And you have known more than enough of that

Sleep now

Wake again in the world of the Yellow Sun

Princess Ondina

for her Serab

Notes:

Princess Ondina and Serab are two of the primary characters from Team Netherworld's WIP novel, Fetch. The story can be found at peppersfetch.blogspot.com

Cross-posted to:

poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com

peppersfetch.blogspot.com

strandsofeternity.blogspot.com

NaPoWriMo 2017: Day 9: The Nines

Card from the Deviant Moon tarot deck

When I was nine

I dreamed of a time

When all would be fine

The world would be mine

Everyone would be kind

Now if I live to be ninety-nine

I know that I can never find

The things that have been lost to time

In a world so very unkind

~Cie~

Tears For My Best Friend

I was trying to find you a home

My home became yours

I loved you before I even met you

Little wild one

 

 

I had to help you learn not to be afraid

You had been in the kennel for most of your life

When I brought you home you hid under the printer table

You only came out to leap on my hand and arm when I slept

I had to help you learn to play with soft paws instead of claws out

 

 

You didn't understand bathtubs

You jumped in with me--twice

I laughed at you, I admit

You gave me a dirty look and went to clean yourself

 

 

You trusted me more than anyone in the world

And I trusted you too

I let myself love you very much

You were my best friend

 

 

You and I were supposed to be together for many years

But you died yesterday, on your sixth birthday

Your kidneys had completely shut down

I made the decision to release you

Rather than to let you suffer for a few more days

 

 

I will always miss you, Lafayette

My best friend

You were sick for much longer than I realized

You were stronger than I knew

Because you wanted to make me happy

 

 

Just before the end

You raised your head to give a soft goodbye meow

I don't want to live without you

I told you that you were always my best friend

And that I'd see you again

 

Please wait for me

 

~Cie~

 

Lafayette

July 17 2009 - July 17 2015

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo Day 9 + 10: An Abecedarian Calligram: Shadow of a Man

Shadow of a Man Version 6

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

 Shadow of a Man

             Amazing

                 Beautiful being

              Creature of love 

             Diamond in the rough

           Envisioning creating a better world

             Fanciness was foolishness in your eyes

           Gifted, talented, mind razor sharp

              Heart fragile as blown glass

               Ingenuous although leery

             Just a simple person

             Kind and gentle

             Little lost boy

             Mystery to himself

             Never really at peace

               Only the music made sense

             Pain drove him to erroneous choices

             Quietly he slipped away to recover

                Real and true and better than he knew

                   Such a gallant soul deserves far better

                  Than to die feeling abandoned and alone

                   Unquiet ghost haunting empty house

                  Valiant nonetheless unto the end

                  Wishes don't come true

                    Xanatos waits until

                    Your time reaches

                 Zero at last

                                       ~Cie~                     

                   

Notes:

The shape is an hourglass or an urn or something. I started out with idea of making a butterfly but gave up in frustration. Someone less dyslexic than I am might succeed.

To my wonderful writing sister Thalia for coming to my defense recently:

Wordless Wednesday: You're Lost Little Boy Version 13

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Goodbye Tomorrow

I wish I could buy

Back all of your yesterdays

And your tomorrows

~Cie~

For that guy you're all tired of hearing me write for and about, and I don't care.

And for my aunt.

Dementia sucks.

Prompt used:

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Alone in a Private Hell

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Alone in a Private Hell

An amicable soul, in some ways childlike

Unadorned and understated, sometimes silly, never frivolous

In some ways always lonely and misunderstood

Now trapped within a mind like a house long abandoned

Where the light of love cannot touch the soul-crushing loneliness

~Cie~

Notes:

We are currently not participating in blog hops although we still like to use the writing prompts. 

I personally am not really up to doing much in the way of return visits, and it's kind of rude to ask people to visit me if I'm not going to visit them back.

I'm also not much up to having me or my work be scrutinized right now. 

I'm sick and tired of being the crazy person getting the conciliatory pat on the head. 

"There there, Crazy Cie. Isn't it nice that you express these feels of yours through your art? Aw, how broken you are. So glad I'm superior to you." 

I'm tired of having it be implied that the way I feel is somehow wrong or childish or sick and twisted. 

I'm tired of having it implied that there should be a time limit on my grief.

I'm tired of it being implied that my every thought is due to my fucking brain chemistry.

I'm tired of being told that I shouldn't express my heart because the soul is an outdated concept.

I once had a (sanctimonious) person ask why I publish what I write if I don't want to receive "constructive criticism" on it.

Well, I didn't publish it for you, Asshole.

I publish it on the off chance that there's someone out there who's like me; someone who's adrift in a sea of misunderstanding, who may really need to hear what I have to say, to know that they aren't the only lonely, misunderstood weirdo in the Universe.

That is who I do it for.

Then I do something else.

I read it aloud to the man in the picture above. 

I'm not in the room with him, so I'm not reading it where his physical ears can hear it. 

I read it to his soul.

Because he's lonely and afraid and doesn't know what's happened to him.

So I hope his soul can sense that someone cares about him, and maybe he'll be a little less afraid and sad.

I do this, and I believe it may help, because I choose to believe it does.

The end.

He would actually get this better than most people. 

Which is one of the big reasons why I've loved him for the past 38 years, and will for all time.

At Moonrise

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When the moon rises

And darkness falls on the Earth

My heart breaks again

 

~Cie~

I Wish

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I Wish

 

I

 

I wish I could do something to make things better

 

 

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II

 

Wish I could keep you safe in my pocket always

 

~Cie~

 

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