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date submitted 26.12.2010
date updated 27.06.2011
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Soul Tattoo

Linda J. Puckett

I was falling through the atmosphere on a cold November night thinking, everyone dies, so don’t tell me that everything’s going to be alright.

 

An eclectic collection of poems and short stories.

 
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Its Dangerous, This Thing Called Life

 

I was falling through the atmosphere on a cold November night

Thinking, everyone dies, so dont tell me that everythings going to be

alright

 

When I didnt feel the impact hit I thought, somethings not quite right

Then I felt the sensation of snow in my nose and my chest felt cold and

tight

 

I sat up and glanced around, but everywhere I looked was white

Then I got scared, called out his name, but my brother was no where in

sight

 

Moments later I heard him, and while he was laughing with all his might

He said, I cant believe the air you got when the toboggan and you took

flight

 

When he dug me out of the snow bank I was ready to pick a fight

But he just smiled and said it was time we head home before we lose the

light

 

~*~

 

Trust

Like a combination to a vault

Two turns to promise

One turn back to faith

Half turn back to truth

Trust me

 

~*~

 

Pale Blue Mist

 

Why do

I feel them

Drifting, shifting

All around me

Your memories

Watching, following

Like shadows in trees

So close I feel you

Still

Obscuring, blurring

My vision like a veil

For I hear you

Whisper

Like a soft exhale

Scarcely heard

Fading, fainting

For

You are missed

But you must stop

Keeping, seeking

Me

Within this pale blue mist

 

~*~

 

An Oak

 

Encircled by this gathering of trees

I watch a storm drift in on a breeze

 

I listened for perhaps the wind spoke

Then again I heard, You are an Oak.

 

Can a sole tree be an island alone?

Are the surroundings part of its home?

 

I have visions that I am this tree

And my reasons are easy to see

 

But the winds made my leaves fall all to soon

Do I now pray for the next harvest moon?

 

For I am sure that there will be thieves

So tonight I shall go gather my leaves

 

Before the winds blows and sets them all free

And I cant return them back to my tree

 

I now feel exposed with branches so bare

Should I ask other trees if they would share?

 

Then borrow a leaf to cover a branch

Pray for no wind, so Id have a chance

 

Im an Oak now stripped out of season

All naked and cursing the reason

 

My leaves are all scattered below

Autumn nears and Ill lack yellow to show

 

Not one leaf will be kissed into gold

And Ill stand empty, alone and cold

 

~*~

 

My Mother

My mother left this world

The day before I met her and

The last time I had felt her

Presence we were still in

Heaven

 

I listen to hear her voice

On the wings of the wind

Her song and smile has

Touched hearts of many

Angels 

 

In this life she’s not mine to

hold; Rising with wings I will

Rejoice when our souls

Will dance to the song of

Forever

 

~*~

 

Rising above my past

Freely allowing myself

To release

 

Expressing grief from within

Openly crying old tears

To cleanse

 

Praying quietly in faith

Slowly lifting my heart

To heal

 

Awakening again my spirit

Patiently devoting the time

To renew

 

~*~

 

Do you see this woman

She is reflecting

Feminine grace

 

Do you smell her essence

She is enchanting

Soft fragrance

 

Do you taste her lips

She is captivating

Tender harmony

 

Do you hear her voice

She is expressing

Gentle pleas

 

Do you touch her body

She is yearning

Sensual pleasure

 

~*~

 

There’s no point in moving on

Until you’ve got somewhere to go

And the road that I have walked upon

Has filled my pocket and emptied my soul

 

All those insecurities that have

held me down for so long

I can’t say I have a cure,

But at least I know them

So they’re not so strong

 

~*~

 

I sense the rhythms of balance

I listen to the winds of change

I see the signs of movement

I savour the flowing waters

I breath the air of God

 

~*~

 

Peace

 

Freeing sorrow

Flowing away

In the breeze

 

Breathing sighs

Aspiring rushes

Of my comfort

 

Learning surrender

Experiencing cries

That cries serenity

 

~*~

I sense the rhythms of balance

I listen to the winds of change

I see the signs of movement

I savour the flowing waters

I breath the air of God

 

~*~

 

We never really knew each other

We were too secretive to reveal

Words unspoken to one another

No understanding of how we feel

 

Both too afraid to get in too deep

All that now seems so incidental

For I’m wishing I now took the leap

‘cause your gone and I’ve gone mental

 

They say what you sow you will reap

In my dreams I still call out your name

You act like a stranger on the street

And I think what we lost was a shame

 

~*~

 

Silhouette Tree

 

In the quiet dark

I walk

Through the empty park

 

In the cool night peace

I see

My warm breath release

 

Glow from streetlamps shine

Upon

A row of scented pine

 

There in front of me

He stands

By the Silhouette tree

 

Showing me his art

He carved

Initials in a heart

 

Tonight’s endeavor

We kiss

Always and forever

 

 

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lizjrnm wrote 814 days ago

These are beautiful peices - I especially love the one titled Freedom. This is the sort of book I would keep by the bedside and pick up and savour a bit at a time. Shelved for a few days!

Liz
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Bec C Simmonds wrote 821 days ago

This chapter one woman sounds just like me. I found your writing easy to read and engage with. I wanted to know even more about the MC.

Thanks,

Bec (Find Mark)

plantmom wrote 846 days ago

Hello Linda,

There are some interesting poems in here, to be sure. I especially enjoyed Unknown Change and Myself. To me, poetry is often sharing your soul and I can see that you have done this. And your cover is quite beautiful. Best of luck.

Zonda

missyfleming_22 wrote 848 days ago

Great first short story, it made me smile. I jumped ahead to some poetry and found it lovely. Some are short but you pack a lot into just a couple lines. I've never been that great at poetry and you make it seem so simple. And by that, I mean simple in a very good way. This was a nice break from all the novels and memoirs, for that I thank you. I'll remember this and come back when I need a distraction.

A very nice collection
Missy

Lemony Good wrote 853 days ago

Ha ha, a funny and compelling first chapter! I have a grandparent who's done that, and more than once.
A few spelling and grammar mistakes though - fifth paragraph, 'Tuesday's' should just be 'Tuesdays'; and sixth paragraph, it says 'I Fridays'.

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