Pieces Of The Soul

Pieces Of The Soul

by Amy N. Turner

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Pieces Of The Soul by Amy N. Turner

Amy "Lyre" Turner brings the magickal and the mundane to life, simply and powerfully, in Pieces of the Soul, her first collection of poetry. Take your time and enjoy the works within, and experience just "how freeing the words can be."

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ISBN-13: 9781438989525
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 10/05/2009
Pages: 132
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.31(d)

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Pieces of the Soul


By Amy N. Turner

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Copyright © 2009 Amy N. Turner
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ISBN: 978-1-4389-8952-5


Chapter One

FICKLE

sometimes stumbling, clumsy the words come slowly grudgingly, reluctantly sometimes rushing, tumbling the words come quickly lustily, heartily sometimes thoughtfully, wonderfully the words create art beautiful, powerful just sometimes

CRADLED PROMISES

the light of dawn - pink and pale - dancing over the barren trees its cool fingers reaching towards the awakening world the misting rain - light and fine - tickles the skin and whispers at the face, the hands waiting for the others, the quiet of the night dissipating the sounds of the rising sun stretching washing over the ears and the soul promises of a new beginning cradled in the hands of the infant day

BLANKETED IN STILLNESS

never is the world more quiet, still, than in the early hours of morning after snow has fallen when the darkness of night is fading and the world, blanketed in white, is soft, soothing the cold, crispness of the morning air momentarily stuns before wrapping you in its embrace staring outthe window at the quiet of the world reveling in its stillness, the softness of the sky, and the dusting of white clinging to everything not even the sound of cars really shatters the stillness

AURORA

hushed the silent dawn stretches itself above the horizon the black of night shifting to a hazy blur of hues black into blue into purple into reds and oranges still and awed driving home at twilight as the first rays of the morning caress the treetops

MIGRAINE

pounding eyes ache, sharp stabs as the sun rises throbbing bile rising, burning deep an explosion at the temples pain rolling in waves crashing through me time the enemy - so long until the darkened safety of my bedroom - strength of will keeping me going ....driving.... stamina waning until i am within my safe haven and succumb to the bliss of sleep, the great healer

CHERRY BLOSSOMS

blanket of soft white purity brushing the skin as it falls covering the ground gentle breeze carrying the lightest of fragrances across the way walking, catching the blossoms in hair, on the sleeve silky soft against fingertips fragile beauty dramatic against the blue of the sky

SIMPLICITY

there is simplicity in being plain there are no high expectations no repeat performances of impossible beauty instead of the surface, others see my wit, my intelligence, my compassion instead of a pedestal, others honor who i am on the ground still, there was an envy of beauty in others (slim of build, fair of hair) of beauty (outward) i did not see in me until now

UNTITLED

i marvel sometimes at the conflict within the eternal desire to be what i'm not and the nonexistent motivation to force the change my heart wishes something from myself it yearns for change, for a difference to be noticed, to be seen my mind laughs at the heart's folly seeing the truth, knowing reality invisible, unnoticed, unwanted i see others around me happy, laughing, joyous even in the moments of anger there is still an iridescence, shimmering and delicate, a peace in unity i wish for it hope, dream of it and know its not meant to be

HORIZONS

there's a small place inside where the joy at your love and happiness is oh so gently tempered - not tarnished or broken - just softened smoothed over quieted ever so slightly there's a tiny spark, barely noticeable, of jealousy not directed at you but more at the loneliness within because i don't have that and it leaves me wondering if i will still, despite this inner disquiet, i celebrate with you (because you deserve this happiness) all while glancing to the horizon

MIRROR MIRROR

mirror mirror on the wall ... who is she, looking back into my eyes? she's watching me apprehension and puzzlement written across her face what does she think of me i wonder as i stare back at her trying to figure out from whence she came i can't remember when i first realized she was there instead of who i thought would be looking back what do we do when the futures we imagine are gone no warning, just ... gone? who is she, looking back into my eyes? she has my face ... or does she?

LOST

stumbling i walk through a maze of mixed messages and clouded signals uneasy i trip over my own inexperience my secret fears and confusion seeping in there are no maps no signposts or guides i've lost my way alone and sad waiting i hold my breath searching for hope, for joy or even contentment but in vain

UNTITLED

words jumbled and confused dancing through my mind as i try to understand thoughts wild and racing struggling to rein them in as i try to explain feelings fleeting and ephemeral wisps that i cannot grasp as i try to say where i am who i am this very moment

FALLING APART

falling apart pieces scattering in the deep dark crouched and hiding tear-streaked face my soul withering reaching out to the nothingness around me feeling so lost tumbling down never ending crevasse swallows me whole hollow and cold wandering long shadowed lanes of half spent wishes falling apart pieces scattering in the deep dark crouched and hiding

DROWNING

one drop one drop and I am drowning in unrepentant believers in an unachievable dream whose path leads through a forest of abandoned mysteries and unwanted answers one drop and I am submerged surrounded by translucent fantasies where eternity is now and memory is tangible one drop one drop and I am drowning

VEHEMENCE

there are days i just want to roll back over submerge into fantasy forgetting the banality of day to day existence my life isn't horror it's not even all that interesting most days it's the scary little dark part deep in me that i wish to avoid that makes me huddle small and childlike the mask, the defense, the armor that kept me safe through the early years the tumultuous years the fiery, raging fury which swept over all and left naught in its wake - not even ashes - for it was so hot and bright that sword, still sharp, still gleaming bright has been sheathed. i have little need for it now

from time to time it comes, unbidden, a habit, an addiction a double edged sword that scars us both, victim and me it's part of me but it frightens me all the same

FRUSTRATION

the brush of skin fingertips on the wrist unassuming innocent filled with a suppressed longing and an echoing loneliness a glance eyes bright with humor and curiosity wondering about the innuendo, subtle but present signals dancing flickering like dying firelight on a crisp winter night hard to follow impossible to catch adrift in a sea of emotion no compass to guide me i don't know what to do

LONELINESS

it is not old age that gives me chills, leaves me shivering and frightened nor death (though i cannot deny it leaves me unsettled and uncomfortable) and its dark embrace - it is a more subtle, grayer thing a shadow of a fear that is weighty and suffocating once it has filled your soul you become hollow a ghost haunting, enduring once that darkness has seeped in through the cracks cold tendrils creeping around you the chill of it makes the passage of time unending it is hard to allow yourself hope in love

UNTITLED

what do you do when faith abandons you to a quiet solitude? how do you regain what is lost in a slippery moment? the inner strength that surprises when it arrives - how do I get that? from where? how do I know it will come for me? when others look to me for reassurance.... who gives it to me? drifting, lost, confused no answers forthcoming

UNTITLED

the roots of my struggles reach deep into my core, making change a heart-wrenching process letting go of old habits and beliefs (unhealthy but familiar and safe) the road that i've chosen is long and i've seen many potential me's ahead though nothing is set in stone (and the pain of the change is great) the lit match is in my hand - i'm ready to let it go

UNTITLED

just thinking about the process - take a deep breath - my heart rate starts to dance á la Riverdance - close your eyes and count to ten - my stomach welcomes in a hurricane, complete with a roiling sea - imagine your favorite place - my head could float away, a balloon controlled by the slightest breeze and yet ... i feel like i'm glowing with joy i can't wait to get started

CCP

another year passed new faces, familiar faces accommodating and adapting to new thoughts and reactions working through conflicts and miscommunications (just within) coming together to manage crisis after crisis teasing and joking, laughter building the connection surviving the shut down and coping with the changes at reopening reintegrating into familiar (and unfamiliar) patterns gearing up for another year

UNTITLED

stressful. harried. chaotic. typical descriptors of a typical day can't make this stuff up. also apropos to our setting. a unique blend of personalities, fluid from day to day. that's us. days of frustration also are filled with laughter. days of running non-stop also are filled with moments of support and generosity. despite all those dark moments, it is the humor, the kindness, the friendships and generosity that bring us back each day. it is the difference we make individually and collectively that helps us walk in the door

UNTITLED

no trust? really? probably the best and largest team managing crisis after crisis as a team, without forethought, there has to be some trust. otherwise, nothing would ever get done. no one would ever go home if there was no trust. maybe, now blind to what trust exists because of frustration and disappointment, you've lost the ability to see what's here. and maybe trust levels aren't as high as they could be. but it's there. we can build on it. if you're willing to take a leap of faith.

SHADES OF REALITY

fascinating the descent into madness reality that simultaneously is what you see and nothing like it who is real what is real indistinguishable the real question is which of us is mad - the one who sees or the one who doesn't

BORDERLINE

attention now seeking, grasping grip tight, steel say anything just stay a moment longer talk with me needing a moment a reassurance a direction needing anything, everything pulling it all within myself filling the dark void the emptiness hollow and blank taking from others what i don't have

HIGHS AND LOWS

some highs can't be recreated they're extraordinary in how far they take you out of the despair, the poverty, the ennui of monotony they fill you to overflowing - vibrant, rich, exotic - but they're a bitch, too they drop you lower than you ever believed that you'd be lethargic, listless ... uncaring and devoid of anything goddamn and so the chase begins to have it all again - no one told you that you'd only really get it once - how far can you run? how long? before it all gives way to nothing

A PILL FOR EVERY AILMENT

what horror, twisted and sharp blurs that ever so fine line what determines the distinction between real sensory experience and hallucination fear, gnawing and strong, grins wolfishly at those who cannot distinguish the voices of friends real and enemies imaginary so that friend and foe coexist in the same shattered reality worse still, to be trapped in a belief system, skewed so far to one side that it is close to coming crashing down and the only solution a complex web of interactions - a rainbow of tablets - that dull the beauty of the world (quash the spirit and shackle the soul) a small percentage of the world cursed so a barely larger percentage who see, who understand and who reach out willingly the rest? they shun afraid of the taint and laughing cruelly at the incoherent stream of syllables uttered by the afflicted how can this be reality?

ADDICTION

feel it burning deep inside - liquid fire - on a precipice, teetering dangerously the longing a sharp pain ripping you apart the bitter taste at the back of the throat - can't keep anything down - trembling wanting needing so strongly you shatter into millions of jagged pieces that you barter away to ease, smooth, dull the addiction

UNTITLED

systemic despair the agony of stagnation overextension of resources of people to meet the tidal wave of needs not enough money support understanding what now?

30 DAYS

hands trembling, knees giving out the tears start running down my face 30 days. 1 month. it's not nearly enough time. energy slowing, body losing the fight against the invasion wanting to help you, spare you from the pain but not wanting to let go not yet 30 days. how do you say goodbye to a part of you in just 30 days?

FORGIVENESS

i wish i wish that i could only remember what was happy about you the many, many silly things you did your love and affection for us, unalterable i wish i wish that i could forget the horror and the sorrow from the 30 days that were really less than 10 blur away how you looked at me in the cold, clinical office, sad and a little scared, trying to get away by climbing in my lap as i held your head in my lap and let them put you to sleep stop your heart stop the illness that moment etched brightly brilliantly in my mind is what haunts me still in my heart i know i have your forgiveness i just wish i had mine

(Continues...)



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Table of Contents

Contents

fickle....................1
cradled promises....................2
blanketed in stillness....................3
aurora....................5
migraine....................6
cherry blossoms....................7
simplicity....................8
untitled....................9
horizons....................10
mirror mirror....................11
lost....................12
untitled....................13
falling apart....................14
drowning....................15
vehemence....................16
frustration....................18
loneliness....................19
untitled....................20
untitled....................21
untitled....................22
ccp....................23
untitled....................24
untitled....................25
shades of reality....................26
borderline....................27
highs and lows....................28
a pill for every ailment....................29
addiction....................31
untitled....................32
30 days....................33
forgiveness....................34
1 year....................36
heartache....................37
kith & kin....................38
for dawn....................40
faded grey....................41
mamaw....................42
jim....................43
grief....................44
grief subsiding....................45
gaia....................46
4 years....................47
ten years....................48
samhain....................49
grandpa....................50
pressured speech....................51
doubt....................52
repetition....................53
2am....................54
kindred....................55
the other night, i dreamt ....................56
untitled....................57
chimera....................58
dy....................59
untitled....................60
tricks of the light....................61
untitled....................62
untitled....................63
pieces....................64
you, me, and the end....................65
untitled....................66
untitled....................67
solitude....................69
patriot....................71
my study....................73
untitled....................74
untitled....................75
spirit on the wind....................76
last night....................77
hands....................78
yen....................79
untitled....................80
untitled....................81
love's insomniac....................82
untitled....................83
fairy tale princess....................84
fairytales....................85
untitled....................86
wretched....................87
inflammation....................88
untitled....................89
pot, meet kettle....................90
bitterness....................91
untitled....................92
untitled....................93
ghost....................94
untitled....................95
untitled....................96
untitled....................97
untitled....................98
untitled....................99
overnights....................100
exhaustion....................101
insomniac....................102
nightmare....................103
untitled....................104
untitled....................105
moonlight....................106
winter's kiss....................107
13 magickal moons....................108
totwc....................109
break....................110
high priestess....................111
incense....................112
birth of magick....................113
ritual....................114
lady of the silver moon....................115
inner divinity....................117

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