The Loudness of Silence

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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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A Jumble of Ribbons

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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

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

Living Words

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“Where have you been?”
You may ask
Well…
I’ve been living in books my dear
I’m thousands of pages deep
Try to find me if you dare
I’ll hide if you seek

The written words of others
It’s where I can hide
And sleep
My rest has always been found
Between the pages of a book
Every free moment
Hiding in a dressing room at work
Or in bed at night
Before the darkness pulls me to sleep

I devour words
And to other worlds transcend
Then I mourn the loss of my consumption
Every story has an end.
-LM Jones

Silver Coin

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If only it were possible
To reach through a screen
Touch that moment
My soul was captured
Exposed
For a split second
Caught in a photo
And yell through time and space
Glare into those ocean-like eyes
Shake and slap
My own
Dream filled
Empty
Head
“You are destroying yourself!!”
Ah, but I knew then
Didn’t I?
Yes, and I know still…
I would do it again.
-LM Jones

Round and Round

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“What an interesting job I’ve chosen for myself,”
I think as I circle round and round
I HATE crowds
Yet here I am…in the mall
In the midst of the tide
As they roll by
“Miss America! My card for you!”
German yells to some cute little thing
Our mission…
To get women to stop
And try our outrageously expensive product
We are the hunter
They are our prey
I arch an eyebrow
As some snob stares with disdain
At my card
I know what she’s thinking
“Poor little kiosk worker,
You must make minimum wage.”
I resist the urge to tell her
“I’ve probably made more than your husband.”
My sales reach $1500
So I’ve made $500
In one day.
I hardly care though
In all honesty
This job is so draining
Twelve hour days
On my feet
Around and around
We’re so amusing to the employees at Apple
And Helzberg Diamonds
As we rush like rats in a cage
And all the emotional connections
That I must make
In a matter of moments
I know someone’s life story
And gain her trust
The best sales though,
Are the ones that end with a hug
She loves the product
And is happy with the price
Those are the sales
That help me sleep at night.
-LM Jones

Pieces of Me

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“I may
Fall apart
But I will
Never
Lose the pieces.
I will always
See
The picture
That they
Create,
And my hands
Bloody
Cracked,
Trembling,
And tired,
Will never stop
Fumbling
To put them
Back
Together.”

You’d never guess
The shards
That reside
Inside
The curve of my hip
And cheek
So many broken
Pieces
Eased together
Through silken duress.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Tyler Knott Gregson)