~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: II~

By WordWulf, 22nd Feb 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/.e0a842g/
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~There are times you wake up when you haven’t been to sleep~lost to the moon’s dictation to tides~murder in your blood~riding the storm~the bad sister’s face in the mirror won’t drop~

~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: II~

~Tempered By the Woman Without~

~Tempered By the Woman Without~

She calls my attention to the moon. Reluctant to follow my heart so recently exiled to the roam, I stare at a single blind window facing east, imagine mad dogs in the yard, consider the other portal door, icicles prepared to pierce my feet in the night.

My heart is a lonely wanderer. It listens to the howling voice of winter wind threatening to enter the room. It was cold the day I left her in the tiny city of the owls. Wisdom has bitten my love dreams in half. I am lost in a labyrinth of pain.

The teacher warned her students, “Beware that your noodle poems do not bite you.” She knew a man who drowned in the soup of himself. Photographs are mind whips to the lonely, reminders of that other reality. I have gathered my tablets in piles, an impenetrable wall of words.

Digging through papers, a card fell in my lap. It was a note from my mother begging forgiveness and too late now. I speak desperately to her box of ashes. Is it shameful for a man to weep? There are seven levels of revenge the winds of time disregard.

There’s the moon I shared with her. It captures my eyes, draws them through a wintry haze of clouds. I have stood too long in the yard trapped ‘neath this masque of ice. Where have they taken my princess,
the lightning of our desire.

When eyes close and hands reach, what nimble creatures of habit they are open on empty and holding without their disappointment is a near-step to misery. They torture the mind that made them so. A spirit of darkness invades and slips away with our dreams.

Tom (WordWulf) Sterner
~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: I~
~Woman as Wing~
~Dream Don’t~

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WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)