Poem: So It Is – To Call It Love – Don’t Bury Me

The aching heart is broken once

And what is broken, breaks no further

So it is

So it was

 

A knot untied

Is a problem solved

And what is solved, is said and done

So it is

So it was

 

A noose without

A body to hang

Is a tool unused, a crying shame

So it is

So it was

 

When a light’s filament

Has burnt itself out

It’s a light

To be replaced.

 

This broken heart has again been broken;

This problem is solved, but remains unspoken

This noose is full; yet so empty

Someone will kindle this filament’s flame

But I don’t want

To be the same.

To call it love is to ask for trouble

To call it unfair is to curse the rubble

Under a building set to fall

Down on you;

On us all

 

To find the truth

Is to find a needle

Amongst the hay

Made from pins

 

To find a heart

Fit for me

Is to find a man

Free from sins

 

I ask for trouble

And hex the ground

On which I stand

Under the shroud

Of falling ‘crete

Like solid rain

To make me one

With earth again.

 

Light the flame

The vigil’s wick

My funeral crowd

Will not be thick.

Don’t bury me

In coldest ground-

Let me sit above

Lay me down with guilty looks

Upon the leaves, down by the brook

That weaves through trees

That sway so sweet

To the wind’s

Hidden beat

 

Cover me not

With soil’s touch

And do not fuss

Overmuch

I’d rather sit

By  river’s side

And give the worms

A place to hide.

 

I’d rather be

One-

And then many

Lying

With the earth

And poor

As a penny.

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©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)

 

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Tired and lonely at 1:00 AM and I start getting poetic.

Do  enjoy them anyway (They can be read apart or as one. It’s a hybrid poem). Poetry is poetry, no matter the trigger.

<3s,

Eris

PS: I’ll be okay, I think. Just need a little time, is all.

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Forthcoming Short Story, Chapter 28 Arriving Soon As Well

The title says it all, folks. Yes it’s been forever, but I’m finally ready to post chapter 28 of Demimind and I’m working hard on a new short story, to boot. This next short story is going sci-fi, and I might turn it into a mini-series if I like it well enough, in preparation for my next biggish book idea.

I expect to have both the short story and the next chapter up by friday, if not sooner.  Life is life, I’ve been swamped to hell, but this is something I know I have to do, so EXPECT IT. I will get it up somehow, even if the process is a trial by fire.

-Eris

PS: Short story’s working title is Saints of Discord. I look forward to posting it once I’m done and to reading the feedback.

PSS: In other news, recently my family came into possession of the latest of the long line of Discworld novels from Sir Terry Pratchett. When I am not reading and revising, working, doing homework or otherwise, you can bet I will be nose deep in that.