by Alissia Lyons
In white beds by white walls
a fresh candle flickers
as it rises and as it stalls
and the baby
turned to its side
a heart born on a sleeve
with no place to hide
and if there’s one thing
it doesn’t need
that’s another life to lead
no mother could simply walk by
for this was a child
with eyes of stone worn
against tides of change
and this child born to die
was never to wear away
and the mother transfixed
with white palms to clear glass
the baby lay still
fists clenched around thumbs
at peace, a mask already held well
yet surmass this small flame
that holds the one light
through falls
through triumphs
births, deaths
and endless lifetimes
the baby reaches to a mother
whose fingers already burn
a mind racing, thoughts chafing
for a detachment
she will never feel again
a new life consuming
old phases exhuming
stripping, ripping away every why
grieving it’s leaving
and in it’s blaze
a natal love, like that fire
lapping both their lives away
Copyright ©:
Alissia Lyons
A few random poems:
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Золото
- Gone
- The Poor House by Sara Teasdale
- Under A Portrait Of Jukowsky poem – Alexander Pushkin
- How to Become an Inspiration
- Владимир Маяковский – Помни о дне красной казармы! (РОСТА № 732)
- Игорь Северянин – Синее
- Robert Burns: The Ordination : For sense they little owe to frugal Heav’n- To please the mob, they hide the little giv’n.
- Helen Of Troy by Sara Teasdale
- Bicycle Ride by Pat Mullan
- The New Decalogue poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Olney Hymn 45: The Happy Change by William Cowper
- Николай Языков – А. Н. Очкину (Было время, мой приятель)
- Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr.
- On The Death of Mr. Snider Murder’d By Richardson by Phillis Wheatley
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Why England Is Conservative poem – Alfred Austin
- Who Would Not Die For England! poem – Alfred Austin
- “When the reaper lays the sickle by ” poem – Alfred Austin
- When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing poem – Alfred Austin
- ” When in the long–drawn avenues of Thought” poem – Alfred Austin
- “What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far” poem – Alfred Austin
- “`Were I a Poet, I would dwell” poem – Alfred Austin
- Since We Must Die poem – Alfred Austin
- Wardens Of The Wave poem – Alfred Austin
- To The Autumn Wind poem – Alfred Austin
- To Robert Louis Stevenson poem – Alfred Austin
- To Ireland poem – Alfred Austin
- To England poem – Alfred Austin
- To Ellen Terry poem – Alfred Austin
- To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin
- To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin
- To Arms! (II) poem – Alfred Austin
- To Alfred Tennyson poem – Alfred Austin
- “‘Tis because, though in dusky bower” poem – Alfred Austin
- Time’s Weariness poem – Alfred Austin
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
