You Darkness


“You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,”

Here I am
So open for you
Do you love my wounds?
The light belongs to the carefree
So I cloak myself in darkness
And the stars burn bright for me
The night is my lover
And oh, he loves me well
Tear the wraps
And I’ll let you see
Pull away flesh
Unlock my ribcage
And there it is
My heart lying bare
Just leave the thorn please
Its press reminds me to live
I’m afraid, at its removal
I’d do nothing but bleed
And drown the world
With this life it traps inside.
-LM Jones
(Quote: Rainer Maria Rilke)


There was a Time before the Grey- A poem inspired by Robert Frost


Nothing Gold Can Stay


There was a time before the grey
Maybe it was blue
Like the sky on that bright spring day
warmed by the sun, I was lying next to you

There was a time before the grey
Maybe it was green
Like the fields where we played
Spinning stories of all the places we’d see

There was a time before the grey
It must have been gold
Too fragile a color to stay
Time has a way of making things cold

There was a time before the grey
It was blue and green and gold
The brilliant colors of youth, destined to decay
But in wistful memory we never grow old.
-LM Jones

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Today, I am not…


Nothing Gold Can Stay

I am not the calm of a spring day
I am the scorching summer thunder
I am not the bird song of may
I am the lightning skies asunder

Don’t ask that I always be your smiling girl
It will only cause you pain
Don’t dress me in muslin and pin curl
I’ll just ruin them in the rain

Allow me to spin in the hurricane of my mind
Don’t hinder the wild flame
Yes, I am still your little one, good and kind
yet, I am also the wild thing, never to be tamed.

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Find Me (Postcards to Myself pt. 2)


Meet me on the bridge of red
Beside a castle named for crows
I’ll have a honeysuckle crown upon my head
And I’ve braided yours with rose

When you close your eyes
And open them again
Let’s set fire to the lies
Knowing nothing of sin

Meet me in the land of the rising sun
Find me laughing under pink trees
Seek me when you’re new life’s begun
I’ll be reclining, velvet petals under knees

This life was never fair
Here, we were not meant to be
Just promise you’ll meet me there
Under the cherry blossom tree.
-LM Jones

This One’s for You


This one is for my fellow late night prowlers
Searching for words that echo our own thoughts
Delighting when we find those words
That express what we ourselves feel
Yet can’t seem to convey in physical form

This one is for my fellow artists of the abstract
Yes, we write for ourselves don’t we?
Ah, but we can’t help the thrill…the possibility
Of being known…of being understood
And yet we are a contradiction as we cling to our mystery

This one is for my fellow excavationists
As we search for muses in all corners of this verse
And perhaps become the muse
Inspiring the art of another
Known but not too known

My hat is off to you my fellow artists
Daily you humble me
Daily you inspire me
I have found a home here amongst you
A place to be known…and for hiding too.
-LM Jones

Exploring Biltmore


Oh, mom! It looks like the clouds are on fire!”
A red sun falls over Carolina hills
As I watch joy cross my daughter’s face
I experience anew the sense of wonder expressed in crystal eyes

We explore gardens and halls of the vast Estate
Giggling as we imagine ball gowns and tea parties
She’s so like me as she sighs
“I wish we could go see what’s behind all the ropes!”

Like me, she has a curious soul
And a mind that’s open for any adventure
She can see the beauty in the details
Her heart is so tender….so unjaded

This little woman that I created, reminds me to live
Sure, there’ve been trials and pain endured
But when I look at her, I remember the little girl in me
Waiting to frolic and play and dream.
-LM Jones