Cradling Whispers
fingers glide gently
slow, smooth
a caress upon keys
that transcend
what music used to mean
before I felt your touch
a sound more symphonic
than any that flows
from the lips of God
I am made holy
in your presence
but I truly become whole
when your song
repeats
so sweet
so soft
in my arms
Of Tongues and Jesters
Kill a few dreams
so others can breathe
I’m feeling cool
but in all the wrong ways
Birth, baby, birth
the same old wars on fire
Lick where it’s clean
and spit in the face of blank stare
Kill a few gods
pocket the stones
I’m feeling sold
but it might be a trick of the light
Cough, baby, cough
the ghosts are versed in gasoline
Stab where it’s soft
and dance in these holes we have blessed
Narrow
Life offers but two options
on its menu
You can lament
over what has been lost
in the past
for all your days
& remain
empty
(half full at best)
& forever starving
or you can forge your way
toward the future
& forage for a feast
that will fatten you
with peace & happiness
It’s all ice cream & oranges
& the fine line between
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books can be found. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Scott was a recipient of the 2017 Setu Magazine Award for Excellence in the field of literature. His words have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Dutch, Farsi, French, Italian, Kurdish, and Serbian. His radio podcast, Songs of Selah, airs weekly on 17Numa Radio
Good stuff! Love it!
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Ponder and regret or go forward. Nice verses for us to Fatten up on our way to fulfillment. “Oranges and ice cream,” great image. Lol
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