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This is a link to one of many poems by one of my favorite poets, Frederick Andrew.

War of Words

Out
on the
battlefield
of character,
complacency is
our greatest enemy
and humility our friend.
Modesty is our champion,
while adulation falls to the earth
like bullets shot that have no thrust or force.

© Teresa Mayville

 

 

Her Smile

She struck my senses, drew my eye
Reflected heaven in her smile
Like a queen, she sauntered by
This is what they mean by style

I'm crestfallen. I'm betrayed

By dowdy garb and calloused hands
I shrink before her as I fade
Then I remember who I am

I'm the goddess of my realm

Creator of my world
Diamonds cannot buy one day
Each moment's peace, a pearl

I prefer the silence of a cool September day

The warming comfort of my child's embrace
The calm and soothing waters of a secluded lake
Simple pleasures, I have modest tastes

I would never want to live a minute in her shoes

Who doesn't know an easy joy like mine
I can't help but pity her the love she doesn't have
Now I can see the envy in her smile
 
© Teresa Mayville

Initiation

He held my hand and walked with me
Forever and a day
Tearful in my penitence
I knew I couldn't stay
From the perfumed palace
Of my nearest, dearest dreams
I made to run to angry skies,
Let thunder drown my screams
From beyond the universe,
Lightning paled my face
Time my never-ending one
To leave this mortal place
Time to put to practice
What you learned at Master's feet
Time to be the one
We always knew that you could be
Release the things you're grasping
For they aren't even real
Embrace the truth, be comforted
By things that you can't feel
Do not fear oblivion,
Nor the sting of death
Don't clench your fists, your teeth,
Do not hold your dying breath
Remember who you are
And with pleasure lift the veil
As if you'll live forever
Because you surely will
© Teresa Mayville

 

 

 

How to Change Your Frequency to Change Your Reality

Shame on Me

As his gentle fingers found my cheek and made a path
From tear to tear, I closed my eyes and tried to love him back.
When a heart-filled whisper searched my soul and found my ear,
I listened but the words I sought were words I couldn’t hear.
And when I pried his fingers but he wouldn’t let me go,
I shamed him for his nakedness and myself for my own.

I’m naked it the lies of what I say but will not be,
Naked in the memories of what was done to me,
Naked in the waters of a cleansing ritual
That will not end and yet could never purify my soul.

Shame on me for reaching out and finding what I found,
For burying it in my heart instead of in the ground,
Allowing it to dictate what I say and what I do,
For claiming it as mine, and then for showing it to you.

Shame on me, I’m naked and I don’t know who to be.
Shame on him, my precious one, for ever loving me.

© Teresa Mayville

Silent Night

Loud and furious, her calls echo in the dark.
Desperately, she marches through the snow.
Silence taunts and stills her mounting wrath.
She trips and loses pace with her own soul.

Her life, her love, her dreams were glowing bright

Until they came and murdered them last night
And held her back to see the last head fall.
They made her watch and agonize it all.

She couldn't stay, she couldn't bear to stay.

She found no spoil and let the ashes blow.
Naked, bleeding, used, she walked away.
Surely not another rose would grow.

And surely 'tis a silent night

Beneath heavy cloak.
No resonance here dares recite
To her, a word of hope.

Not death, not hate, not even fear

Haunts her in the sea
Of blackness as she disappears
Into this shell of me.

© Teresa Mayville

 

Colder, Deeper Sea

Dare I live?
Dare I choose to live
Now that I have nothing to live for?

It is a fool's thought while drowning
In a shallow pool with me.
It is a child's thought while swimming
Out to colder, deeper sea.

Vast, sandy shores wave farewell on the eve
With splashing melody, with warmth and open arms
Held out in eager form just to embrace the breathless child.
They offer shelter from the storm.

Still the child inside collides
With icy grips of truth
That the thousand lovely tides
She visioned from the shore, were hours slipping from her youth.

And tears were rolling in... and out...
While sand, in hourglass did weigh,
Between her toes,
Her every day.

It was a happy lie to keep her in one place.
The illusion we call Time and Space.

So swim, sweet child, and dare to live!

© Teresa Mayville

 

Lingering

He painted me a portrait

Of a summer sky at dawn

I glanced at it then rolled it up

And put it on the shelf

I didn't want to look outside

The world that I know

I prefer the mirror

Prefer looking at myself 
 

A thousand years have slipped away

Gloomy lines of dust

And hanging vapors cross

The blurry course I ran
Finally I came upon
The image that I’d lost

A wake of lifetimes gone

Deftly dyed by a loving hand 
 

I saw the shade he bled for me

Where I’d spilled my wine

And how long tearstains last

I began to comprehend

Now there’s but a memory

Of clouds torn in the wind

Leaving me behind

I should have followed you my friend

© Teresa Mayville