Saturday, July 26, 2014

A storm can only last so long

It's a beautiful world
Look up, look around;
Be aware of your own presence.
See the master at work;
You are the creator.
Imagine it and it will be yours.

Shapes will become clearer,
And sound more resilient
Than the winds that change
And discourage your flight.
A storm can only last so long.
The sun is waiting to rise
With your spirit, your heart.

Paint the world with love,
Punctuate your steps
With enthusiasm 
And happiness will follow.
Tip your hat to sadness;
Bid it adieu.
It's time to own your fate. 

2014 Helena Malheur 

Monday, June 9, 2014

Right Is Never Right

I heard those five words even before we met, 
Long before I watched the mist settle 
On the white lilies you planted in our backyard --
Tearing the milky fog blanketing the air.

I stood in the rain waiting for the storm. 
I never asked you to stand in the rain. 
Stay under the sun.  Sleep with the moon. 
Scoop the stars from the sky 
And throw them away; I don't need light. 

I am damp as the grass beneath my feet, 
Long after the rain subsided; 
Bones soaked in melancholia, 
Even you can't wring it out of me.

But she, the little lily white bud, bathing in your sun --
She must look up at you, in awe,   
With her big green eyes and dark brown hair. 
I imagined her, ever since I saw the moon light 
Seep through the moss covered trees in your front yard.

And I still refuse to listen to the right voices singing 
The right songs. I listen to your voice. 
I listen to those five little words that sunk a ship. 
"I don't love you anymore."

Because wrong is so right it feeds on denial,
Like a parasite. and right is never right in the wrong light.
In this cricket hour, the remembering hour,
I must forget to remember regret; and once more, 
Abandon a girl more malleable than me. 


© 2014 Helena Malheur 

Monday, May 26, 2014

Let Go

Leap fearlessly into the green horizon.
Take a deep breath and feel the brevity
Of this melancholy hour; the battle
Will be over soon, as soon as you let go. 
Let go, because mutiny against reality is futile.
Let go of absurd conjectures of possibility.
Life is happenstance; it is a wonderers paradox.
Let it be erect in its truth, its horror. 

2014 Helena Malheur 

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Forget my heart, my song

Seduced by the charms of hope, 
I, dressed like a clown, skipped my heart
Into another beautiful lie -
A wonderfully exquisite lie!

And as the stars rest upon my face, I wish, 
The night would lull me to sleep in peace,
To forget, to seek nothing and need
Nothing of this absurdity, this life. 

No, never-mind despair, its never far; 
Yet its eager to retreat into its cave. My will 
Does not abide by the rules of my heart.
It is the possibility of your return that it fears. 

Let these words of love, these gravid words
Stuck in the back of my throat, inherit 
From my despair, the need to depart;
Let it be so, that you forget my heart, my song. 

© 2014 Helena Malheur 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

When Dusk Departs

The moon hangs, watching us 
With casual curiosity, its pale blue light 
Peeking through trees ornamented with moss.
Breeze scented with honey suckle
Tosses your hair, my dress.
My heart undulates with lithe clouds 
Dancing over your lips --
The dizzying aroma of coffee and 
Strawberries lingering on your breath;
I drift into your mesmeric gaze. 

Palpable heat hovers in the air
While the night sways with music; 
The silvery rhythm invades my limbs, 
Frees my voice to speak the truth.
You have unearthed my gullible skin
Leaving behind infinite reveries 
Of unquelled yearnings for love.
My fears and doubts forgotten,
I long to rest my pride at your feet.

But I feel your mind retreat, as if 
To escape the noise of the past. 
I watch as a look of disdain barges
Upon your face; I know this look, I fear it. 
I have to believe this is not your heart speaking.
And so, my heart and I lay against your chest  
Unfettered by tomorrow's qualms. 
And when dusk departs, I will 
Sit quietly with my dwelling heart,
Imagining the trees, the honey suckle breeze,
Our fervent breaths, and your topaz gaze 
Shimmering in the light of the moon. 

© 2014 Helena Malheur 
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