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Shattered Reflections

~ Patricia Tsouros ~ Leave a comment

 

Calligraphing en l' air #6

Like billowing branches

In a thundering tempest

Swinging

Back and forth

Going nowhere

My senses numbed

I scream louder and louder

The pain ripping into

The flesh of my throat

Clasping, gasping for harmony

My screams trail off

To nowhere

I sit up and turn on the light

Questions howling at my thoughts

No gentle whispers in the raging ponderings

My hair whisked

Around my sweat-streaked face

Fear pressed in close

My lifeblood  pouring from my

Veins

Forsaken.

 

The storm ascended

Following a time of eerie stillness and foreboding gray skies.

The wind is so fierce that I don’t know if I can stay standing

My body battered from the swaying branches.

I long for a fortress

From the taunting roars

The shattered reflections

The echoed breaths of – my home

 

“There is no faithfulness, no love, no acknowledgment of pain.”

Image @Riseart

 

 

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Shades of Danger & Adventure

~ Patricia Tsouros

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“There were many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, most of which were exhilarating and golden. It is only now and then that there appears on the face of facts a sinister violence of intention- that indefinable something which forces it upon the mind and the heart. It is this complication of incidents, or these elemental furies are coming at me with a purpose of malice, with a strength beyond control, with an unbridled cruelty. And this means it tears out my hope and passion. MY pain of fatigue and longing for rest targets destruction annihilates all I can see, known, loved, enjoyed, or hated; all that is priceless and necessary- the sunshine, the memories, the future. My precious world as I knew it sweeps utterly away from my sight, further and further as each day goes by, it’s simply an appalling act of losing my life.”

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adapted  Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim 

artist: John Lijo Bluefish

Heart’s Rhythm

~ Patricia Tsouros ~ 1 Comment

 

Screen Shot 2016-12-03 at 9.31.20 p.m.I could see no images only shades of light
I spread my arms out over the abyss
wanting to breathe,
my heart’s rhythm was so slow
I couldn’t find my breath
there was no need to inhale
my soul on the edge of the abyss
strands of obscure light from the heart of the earth
reached out and attached to my skin hugging me
I embraced the powerful draw of the abyss
the light fading and dying, I looked up and saw nothing

 

 

Do You See

~ Patricia Tsouros ~ Leave a comment

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In this time of turmoil and despair——it’s difficult to figure out what to do and how to react in what seems to be a darkening, “widening gyre” of circumstances. But I am hoping that this challenge, as bleak as it may be, will drive me to thrive and live a complete and happy life.

“If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment,” wrote Henry David Thoreau. Indeed, my compensation comes in the form of poetry and blogging, despite what dire circumstances it sprouts from, it still reaches toward solace, a place of transcendence and honesty. And I hope it inspires others going through turbulent times. Each word on a page  works the bugs out of my inner ferment.  It could do the same for you so go on give writing a chance and who knows hopefully your pages will be your consolation as well.

“Do You See” – A Poem to KBC Bank Ireland

Do you see
what you do to me
every time
my voice is discounted

A saddened world evolves
into a violent universe
tossing me ever which way
not knowing where I will land

I want to show you
what goes through my mind
as I watch my world fall apart
as I spin into orbit
my creation cast away

KBC Bank This is my Voice – Up Date

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Naked Truth

~ Patricia Tsouros
When the truth is bleak undress the sugar coated words and see the naked truth.
I write those words, and you know I die but I’ve died so often now.
#micropoetry
Patricia Standing - Nick Miller.
Patricia Standing – Nick Miller.

This is a watercolor painted in 2005 by Irish artist Nick Miller. It was exhibited at the Rubicon Gallery in 2006 as part of the Standing, Sitting, Lying exhibition of nudes by the artist.

Taken from an article  Irish Independent:  “I knew his portrait would be more abstract than glamorous and I liked that. It was also a great way to see exactly how an artist works.”


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The Day the Earth Stood Still

~ Patricia Tsouros
Adam Martinakis
Adam Martinakis

The Day the Earth Stood Still –
With no warning
October 10th 2012

With a lawyers letter

I was overpowered and alienated.

We kissed
We lost our heart and soul
To each other
I took you deep inside me
I was yours
I felt your lips on my skin
We shuddered
Our lives turned upside down

We never said goodbye
You stood
Detached from that pain
You strangled me
You lanced my heart
Left me alone to live
You always said
I will be with you when your world stands still
It hurts
It’s hopeless as I don’t understand
The lie

I can’t move on
I can’t tell you what it really is,
I can only tell you what it is
right now, it’s as close as it gets
to the earth standing still

Only you can let me go

I ask

Search deeply within your soul
Hold me inside with you.
End the desolation
Save our love as real
Echoes of wonderful memories
Essence of our anticipation
Let’s hold onto the memory of our passion
I don’t care that you lied
All I care is
Why you lied

I agonise
Why you held me tight against your soul
And carried me way above my world
Why when I was going you said;
“Wait, where you going?”
“I’m leaving you;” “no, your not, your never leaving me.
We are never going to be apart.” you pleaded.
Come back, we kept running right back, here we go again

Now looking back
It was so insane, ’cause when it was at its best or worst
We engulfed each other
You were my Superman with the wind at our back

Brutally abandoned for
The secret; the alien force
Your soul detached in the end from the devastation by the lie?