sj_ashcroft2

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Aphelion, to poetry
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Your strange
Malediction
Brought this
Blade of desire
To my chest,
And I fall upon it
Laughing.

sj_ashcroft2,

Malediction? Interesting in the context. A curse that brings desire to your heart and laughter to your lips, @Aphelion?

Even causes a willing self-sacrifice?

Strange malediction, indeed.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

Your breath
A hymn to
Gods of my
Veins and stars
And things
Without names
That wait
In the dark.
How my heart
Begs to hear
It quicken.

sj_ashcroft2,

There is an intense intimacy in this one, @Aphelion.

Your veins, which carry your lifeblood, which pulse to your heart's throb. For breath to hymn that suggests a presence close; the tides that the lungs stir, audible. More than that, it is affected by your presence, as you are by its.

The stars, maybe an oblique reference to the star born content of your blood, the elemental, visceral basis of your being.

The Gods and the things without names - maybe your demons - waiting, speak to me more of the emotional, unspoken, hidden depths. The pain, the dread, the anticipation and hope of joy.

You heart, then, begs to hear the quickening breath to know the reality of a longed for reaction, I think. That which will be a sacrifice to those Gods, and an exorcism of the unnamed.

A plea to know love expressed, is at the root of this, as I read it.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

The damned
Breaths in these
Oubliette lungs
Sting, and I can’t
Speak, my heart
A frightened
Captive of
Guillotined
Dreams.

sj_ashcroft2,

Guillotined... cut asunder. Curtailed. Executed. Dreams as desires that are incompletely fulfilled.

Heart's desires that you fear may never be fulfilled. The lungs as prison pits of the air. Life itself, then, as imprisoned in present, physical bonds.

I take it you mean that you long to be free of the contraints this life imposes, @Aphelion.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

In death
My bones
Will whisper
To the soil
Better poetry
Than I could
Ever write
In life.

sj_ashcroft2,

But far more difficult to read or hear, @Aphelion.

You will sing, again.

Aphelion, (edited ) to random
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The feds RE: me when there’s a tickle monster on the loose

sj_ashcroft2,

@Aphelion "Tickle monster..."???

🪶👾🤣

Aphelion, to poetry
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I call on Altair,
Beseech Deneb,
Implore Vega
To surround me
With the warmth
Of you while
I sleep.

sj_ashcroft2,

The Summer Triangle, @Aphelion ?

But, it seems, there is a specific mythology concerning Altair and Vega, here. Cygnus, of which Deneb is part, also links to that myth. I do not know if you were aware of that, but I suspect it is appropriate to the ideas you are seeking to convey.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

My body,
A sarcophagus
For dead stars,
and I’m still
Convinced
The sky won’t
Welcome me
Home.

sj_ashcroft2,

Why, @Aphelion?

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

Pull me
From the
Humiliation
Of this flesh
Into the
Sanctity of
The stars.

sj_ashcroft2,

I think you are more advanced on that path than am I, in some ways, @Aphelion. Pull me along with you...?

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

I want to
Be a stone
Slowly giving
The river my
Secrets

sj_ashcroft2,

Then you must have identified who is the river @Aphelion

Someone wearing down your defences, to the point you wish to reveal all you are inwardly? That seems quite an achievement.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

What is left of me
Is scattered
On the surface
Of what is left
Of you

sj_ashcroft2,

So...

What is left, of either, @Aphelion?

Aphelion, to random
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

My new purse 🫣

https://youtu.be/BOBdol6I7ws?si=ypofIKG-7mSFDSC2

sj_ashcroft2,

Oh yes. Trying to make us boys cry, are you, oh aethyrial one, @Aphelion?

😄

Aphelion, to poetry
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I’d break the silence
If not for that
Seven year flinch,
Shrapnel scar itch,
Violence hidden
Beneath every
Word.

sj_ashcroft2,

The seven year itch, being the assumed time it takes for married eyes to start roving. Here, I doubt the time is relevant save as the reference to that idea of a relationship coming apart. Rather, it speaks of a period of accumulated, emotional injury, if I understand correctly, @Aphelion.

It is emotional rather than physical, I think, as the violence is in the words. There is a desire to "break the silence," seek to heal a rift, but a realisation that nothing has changed - the violence is merely hidden.

If this is accurate, I'm sorry - moreso than if I have misinterpreted.

Aphelion, to poetry
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In spite of
Everything,
I could never
Quite find the
Right alchemy
To do as they
Told me and
Harden my
Heart.

sj_ashcroft2,

That would not be right alchemy in any proper sense, @Aphelion. And, we've all noticed. The hard hearted could not write as you do.

Aphelion, to random
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

I want to be reincarnated as this rose

sj_ashcroft2,

Sorry, @Aphelion. Bad news. The rose is nowhere near beautiful enough...

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

I am ashamed
At how little
Guilt I feel
Having prayed
God take your
Ability to speak,
And I am afraid
One day he will
Answer me,
All your cruelty
Relegated to
The darkness
Behind your eyes.

sj_ashcroft2,

There is no shame in seeking to silence cruelty, @Aphelion .

You have no obligation to suffer. And deity, if you believe in such, is not without its own responsibility.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

You are
The only
Place where
I feel like
Myself

sj_ashcroft2,

Then stay there, wherever there is, @Aphelion.

A person as a place, a home, a safety. Someone with whom you feel you can be, at last, fully open, I take it?

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

To the stars
We are
By lariat
Strung,
Hanged
Vestiges,
Blind limbs
Reaching
For eternity.

sj_ashcroft2,

An eternity we inhabit, without seeing or knowing, @Aphelion.

This sounds as if you see us all as captured by eternity to be tethered to the stars. But, how else could we be, here?

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

In your eyes
I see an
Unknowable
Knowing, the
Unbearable
Beauty
Of being

sj_ashcroft2,

Then you see deep into someone's heart, @Aphelion. There can be a terrible beauty in that intimacy.

MarjoleinRotsteeg, to Haiku Dutch
@MarjoleinRotsteeg@mastodon.nl avatar

after the downpour
a dry spell
must do some weeding

- down






@dailyhaikuprompt

@poetry

@haiku

sj_ashcroft2,

@dailyhaikuprompt @MarjoleinRotsteeg I'm sure my wife used precisely those words, recently... 😄

Aphelion, to poetry
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You’ve set
My body on fire.
Now extinguish
The flames with
Your kiss.

sj_ashcroft2,

And it would be an ineffective extinguisher, I fear, @Aphelion. It might cause you to reach such an intensity of heat that you will take your surroundings with you as you spontaneously combust, with the sloppy kiss being an accelerant to your flame, though...

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

Surrender
Your sleep.
Let dreams
Wait for the
Small death
Blooming
Between us,
An impatient
Morning glory
Opening
Before the moon.

sj_ashcroft2,

Hmm... I'm not sure who it is you see as the more impatient, @Aphelion, you or the person you appear to be rousing from sleep...

sj_ashcroft2,

I dare not enquire further, @Aphelion... 🤔

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

Your touch, kintsugi
Slowly turning my fractures
Into something gold

@stevencudahy

sj_ashcroft2,

@stevencudahy It is both an effective and beautiful form of healing, @Aphelion

Aphelion, (edited ) to poetry
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You sing the stars
Back into the sky,
And I forget
My memory,
Sun swallowed
Soliloquy fading
At the sight of the
Light in your eyes

sj_ashcroft2,

That sounds like a description of utter entrancment, @Aphelion.

Aphelion, to poetry
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org avatar

Put your
Mouth to
The ruin
Of my mouth
And slake this
Finely honed
Ache.

sj_ashcroft2,

I hope whoever you are asking for a kiss is listening, @Aphelion.

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