The Loudness of Silence

When I find myself
In the midst of your silence
And my soul screams for reply
I will not feel abandoned
But remember the words
You’ve already spoken
Over my life.
In the barren places
Inside these dry bones
I will choose praise
I’ll sing of your mercies…
And rest in your grace
Just as the breath of your words
Caused the earth to unfurl
I will speak of your promises
And create my own worlds.
-LM Jones

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Reboot

Time to learn to say no to myself again
To…
Renew and energize
Nothing but living nutrients consumed
My stomach is empty and protesting
Ah, but I can feel my soul begin to flow
Into abundance again
New lights flipped on
As old ones are made dark
I can feel my DNA switching…
Reprogramming
Nothing worthy comes without sacrifice
So this drink is to me
And here’s to a new year in the sun.
-L.M. Jones

 

 

Hide and Seek

What will I remember…
About this place?
The long hours
Aching head and feet
So many nameless faces
Secrets I’ve been told
And shared
Fingers in hair?

No…
I will remember
Every single hiding place I found
Dressing rooms
Bathrooms
Back hallways
Stairwells, littered with butts and ashes

I like the stairs most
Secluded enough to hide
Open enough for a breeze
And the occasional sunset
Brings a smile to my face

You might try to find me
When I’m there
but I’m nowhere to be found
I’m millions of miles away
I disappear that moment my eyes
Meet the page.

-LM Jones

A Jumble of Ribbons

I’m made of a jumble of bright silk ribbons
And somewhere along the way
A ribbon was snagged
Perhaps it was caught by Jupiter
In the vortex of his violent eye
And so, as I move about life
I slowly unwind
I feel the pieces of me
As they fall, scatter and evade
I hesitate to give chase
I won’t be led backwards
I suppose I’ll have to create new silk threads
In which to house my weary soul
But first, tell me
Was that drink made for me?
Do you remember how I love Gatsby?
-LM Jones

Tumble Down These Walls

“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.”

Tumble down these walls with me, my dear
Stone by stone, I did place them with care
Protection from monsters I’d learned to fear
Hiding the hurts I could no longer bare

Once, I was a child of light
With red clay stained feet and skinned knees
Twirling in storms, so thrilled by their might
I made my home in the wilds, true friend of the trees

The worn forest paths knew me well
And the limbs of my friends lifted me to the sky
I’d rest in their branches, Cocooned in serenity, like a spell
A soul so light, it could nearly fly

Ah, but life has a way of becoming austere
And the bejeweled flowers turn grey with frost
A laughing golden child learns to fear
And all innocence is lost

And so I built my walls, tall and strong
Without gates through which to pass
My sojourn through solitude grew long
My hands grew soft and my feet forgot the feel of grass

So, tumble down these walls with me, my dear
Let red feet run bright paths through the trees
And have black branches lift us to the stars, past all fear
Come! Let us explore and savor all there is to see!

-LM Jones
Quote: “Mending Wall” by Robert Frost

Little Golden Bird

Nothing Gold Can Stay

“Who knows? Perhaps the same bird
echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening.”

Little bird of gold
Why do you never fly?
How can you sit so bold
With gathering storms in sky?

I’m awaiting the sun
For he never fails to visit me
Very soon he’ll come
Sit and wait, you’ll see

But are the storms worth the light?
My doubt was very plain
Little bird, suffering in my sight
It didn’t seem quite sane

Oh yes! Every moment of the storm is worth his rays
Wait for the clouds to pass, And I’ll sing a song
What’s suffering compared to his warmth upon my face?
He’ll hear my call dear, it shan’t be long

And sure enough she began to sing
The winds and rain did cease
I found a small hope upon which to cling
Oh let the sun come for her, please!

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Dry Bones

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In the Fall
My dreams burst forth
Mimicking the trees
As they danced and shone
Enrobed, as they were,
In their lustful reds
And happy golds

And I watched
As they too fell
One by one
And turned brown
With decay
Then came a cool wind
And the sound
As they rattled up and away
…like so many dry bones
Clanking with glee

The beauty
That anguish
Will momentarily bring
The impact of every sense
More profound
Like the fire of a star
Burning brightest
With its last breath.

-LM Jones