Ruth L. Rivers Poems

Those who hold to silence; Do! Defend! :

I speak not! for the wear of words which do not mend
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I am floating in a sea of apprehension
With worry and doubt as stars above
No call is to lost to be echoed around
Thoughts are silent as the gravity tugs
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My mother is not perfect as some mothers may seem
Though my mother is not as dreadful as bad could be
She is flighty in her very worst
and graciously overbearing
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Underneath the sadness of loss
Underneath the anger of pain
Underneath the sorrows today
Underneath this time and space
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Tell me what you see out the windows
What do you observe of the trees
and the sky and the houses
What do you see?
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The Cocoon: Society and the Butterfly.

It closes in and yet
i push
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You’ve changed…
Different then before, simply not the same
…you’ve changed!
You’re alone…
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This one kiss was meant to harm you
To burn inside till all the days end
To be a light aroused and haunting
Searching your depths at passions edge
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For a time, we part
Leaving the “us” behind
Going our separate ways,
But only for a little time.
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And I'm drowning and you don't see me, not really. Sure, you think you do, you say you do, describing me and what you think you're seeing but really, ...not really. An allusion that might look stark and thus, pretty compared to the chaos of color near you but how does that make me any less wet, any less dead? Loosing my self, with wet lips and the floating angel's hair, in a silence that closes out the rest of it, out of sound, out of space, out and out, trapping the dark and holding on to me, pulling me down, it's beyond that which you can't see for you have no shade of blackish bluish water, no longer having the answers I need, you want to leave me as I go beyond laughter!
And I'm drowning here on the inside of life, ripe with youths foolish answers, foolish captive dancers, who never give nor apologize for the messes they make, the lives they take, the innocence that they worthlessly put at stake in their desires and rampant horrific dances, whirling round in this silence so sound, so full of the proofs of fools having danced with me.
And I'm drowning, making me farther from all, allowing you to remove yourself and let me fall, a little more down with the spinning of soundless sounds, farther away from life and its warm pounding pungent drum, from that to being less seeing and a little more dead and a little more wet.
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