Periwinkles & Plaudits VIII: Transfiguration
April 6, 2017
Beloved Amanecer,
Every
v y
a e
l l
and miry \ p i t /
you have trudged t/h/r/o/u/g/h;
all experiences that marred
your heart, each tear (un)shed
are chisels shaping, unveiling
the masterpiece in the making
of your quintessence.
This is the grand revelation
of your transfiguration;
you with the lapis lazuli soul,
fire opal heart, and sapphire tears.
Your longevous legacy, etched upon
the hearts of generations to come.
language of the unsaid | 5-29-16 by IntelligentZombie, literature
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language of the unsaid | 5-29-16
i. i...
it isn’t in postcards or postage paid
but in postman’s hands and
envelopes that smell like rain
you read words in an electric hum, a halo
of candlelight and bulbs;
light fits you like a chrysalis,
weaving strands through the night like fingers,
infant rays that never
got to be the sun
it’s raining, and there it is again:
a scent that scarcely matters
but still, strikes a chord;
petrichor makes you think of boots sinking
into earth
footprints as wounds, rain as rivers
abducted into the sky, cycles repeat,
rain, recede, rain, repeat
ii. too
the lifespan of a conversation
language, fleeting, inescapa
your gods destroyed you,
long before building you up,
a danger and a grace,
cut right through me,
take your best shot,
when your moments
of inspiration disappears
you strike, once,
true and trusted
(so don't look back,
don't look,
we're building something
of these ashes and,
unclear the concept,
you deserve something
solid, delightful,
clear.)
Summer
it is eleven forty one PM
my words are tumbling
stumbling
spilling over all incoherent
[oh, it’s been too long]
Sungirl, I am fine. nothing more than bruised knees and bitten lips and salty cheeks,
everything’s okay
[happiness and I are roommates]
but there are breakdays when everything slips out of the compartments I stitch
and lie strewn on the floor like no-one ever cared
[oh but maybe they never did]
Periwinkles & Plaudits VII: Metamorphosis
September 28, 2016
Amada Amanecer,
//please pardon this mess-
you see, i grow busier and tireder
my mind is restless and my heart
is disquiet. my weary lungs are sick,
there's a stubborn crackling that lingers.
a t r o p h y; my soul is spent.//
i. sunsets & meteor showers
i will go on an expedition
to collect all the bird bones i can find
so that i can reconstruct them and
encase them in glass bottles for you
darling sunrise, i
will save these "brittle bird bones" for you
i will make them into
glass ornaments so they might delight you
ii. volcanoes and solar flares
your brilliance mak
i.
give me little, brittle bird bones
before the storm of you blows them away-
small hummingbirds through paper walls,
tiny charmed lives on forest grounds
lost at sea to drive in movies,
late summers in the city,
enclosed.
ii.
let me build a home-
stitched together from the fragile lives
left in your wake, forget-me-nots
beneath the windows and
lights that aren't quite right
over the hills
(there are many definitions
of breathing underwater,
breathing glass,
breathing life into the dead
how is it that you can define
and do within a single gasp,
and reassure with the next-)
i cannot pin you down,
such is the way with storms-
they brew
Periwinkles & Plaudits VI: Cosmos
July 21, 2016
dearest Bird Girl,
thank you for your correspondence,
what an honor it is to hear from you!
please don't drift too far away,
my dear Cloud-
let my paper airplane affections
be your anchor.
if i may be so bold to say,
with each interaction my heart
grows ever fonder of you.
(if i am "always
the sweetest part of summer
and the gold to someone's day,"
surely you are always
the waltz in each winter
and the diamonds of every day.)
i will keep my hands opened for you
and my arms outstretched to receive you
i will cherish every whisper in my heart-
embrace them tightly to my chest.
(i will w
paper scraps, thrown into a spinning storm by LadyBitterblue, literature
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paper scraps, thrown into a spinning storm
whirlwind:
i never write back.
(but i remember
and regret while tracing the bottles on my shore,
all open-mouthed emptiness, yearning
for their unwritten letters.
now they sing in the wind to mourn my voice
and i want to send their song to you.)
whirlwind:
you are softer
than desert suns or warring sandstorms, softer
than most of your kind;
face to face with the cliffs of my solitude
you never ravage.
dear whirlwind:
you never ravage, and here
are all the words you earned for it.
from behind cliffs and walls and winter
i write to you:
of a forest that sings (louder than glass),
of molten snow running in fresh rivers
and flowers bursting
kind heart,
thank you
for sending goodwill and good wishes and words;
they have reached me turned into clouds
waltzing through late afternoon air
carelessly, candidly, and sometimes
now, they remind me:
i am unbound like them and i dream
until the world is so warm it melts into honey.
(- a sweetness that i send back to you, hoping
it may remind you:
you are always
the sweetest part of summer
and the gold to someone's day.)
open your hands
and i will pour whispers into them
of sun-flecked meadows, wings, the wind
holding his hands open to embrace
and a thousand other trinkets shaped
like silence and feathers.
(some of them might be ticke
Hello there lil dew drop, you feeling okay?
Are you happy?
I truly wish I could fill you to the brim with
snowflakes and glitter,
cookies and great weather,
laughter and butterfly kisses.
I wish I could make sure you are smiling everyday.
I wish I could hug you, fly kites and have sleepovers with you.
Don't you know you are beautiful? Don't you know you are a living, breathing, growing poetry? Don't you know you are kindness and grace and gifts and holy shit you are the definition of becoming.
Please don't ever let go of yourself.
Don't let your toes forget the feel of sandy beaches and fresh cut grass. Don't let those pair of starl
I love this group and what it stands for! It has been such fun writing Poetic Letters. If anyone else is interested in partnering up with me, I'd gladly obliged as I am constantly looking for more reasons to write.
Although I am not a member, I want to tell you how much I love poetry and every now then, try it myself. Such beautiful words and I am grateful to each of you! <3
Thank you very much for this, Joy! I'm happy to hear that even people who aren't involved with the project can enjoy the words. Sending you lots of happiness, and inspiration for your own writing (and I want to sincerely apologise to you for the late reply to your message; I have been neglicient with this group. You were most definitely not ignored and your comment is very much appreciated, lovely soul!)