Category Archives: poetry

Tempest in the Tomb

A solemn hush had led me astray
As a furious sea swept into June
And When the rains came down they drizzled their tempest and violence upon the moon
And dropped to the earth to the place where I lay
On the night of the eternal womb
But the sweet flush of sunrise
Has near passed the gallows of sadness
And precludes an unforeseen surprise:
A haunted midnight bloom
So you see, among and within the ravings of madness
a life within the tomb

Copywright 2014
by Shawnna Burt

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Gardens

Valleys and mountains and roads
If I had it my way
I’d never grow old
Would like to go swimming
But These rivers have grown so cold

I Swallow the sorrow that cools between the years
My word’s an angry birth
Your hand’s upon my earth
Another’s upon the burning
of my tears

Angels, dusky clouds of June
The many faces of the moon
Pools and tides and lakes and springs
The blessed burdens and gardens a childhood brings
Without these roots we’d have no wings
Its only after a lifetime can we begin to sing

Copywright 2014
By Shawnna Burt

Rubies

Planes and trains and Rusty cars

so very close and yet so far.

Pale champagne.

And Old guitars.

Nights spent dancing in the dark.

That time at the opera show

Oh how I wish you wouldn’t go.

 

Jars of parts and bleeding hearts,

scabbed over cuts and deeper scars

We’ve lost ourselves, from where we start

Sorry to say, Friends grown apart

And the years that carry in between.

So many things I could have been

 

Seeds and oils and soil and shells.

I’ve lived my life so far  not so very well

For better or not,

The seasons will change.

The oceans will swell.

As long as my stories are strange…

Oh this life, I’ll be here to write down my memories to tell

 

Dreams and queens

And Fields of bloom

And your Stories of how you touched the moon

I only laugh along because I know I’ll soon be there too – with you

 

By Shawnna Burt

Virtuoso

Virtuoso

I play the Serrated edges against my skin
Giving a vague suggestion of where I’ve been
A Sharp stiletto to the breast
I play the hollow chords of a sonata on my chest

I haven’t the nerve. Yet.

I see you kissing her in the dark.
I can’t take it.
My savior no more, I missed my mark.
I plunge the knife in my soul high and low
Out comes the jagged love of this
Delicious Heart
Out comes the sadness that’s been Wanting to go.

No earthly love can engage me now
Or shed a light on thee
For it is those of us
Locked away in dreams on clouds
It is those of us that see.

The Gallows

“Labyrinth”

Throughout this maze,
A blind man’s touch,
Patterned with haze,
And feeling too much.

Dark figures abound
In this labyrinth called life,
Many monsters are found,
Like the brute of a wife.

Walls drowning in shadows
And leaking with green
Straight from the gallows,
A madman unseen.

My sorrow is an ogre,
A beast in a cage,
Life living sober,
Is born out of rage.

At first I can’t look
Right into its eyes,
Like politics and crooks,
Its littered with lies.

For I cannot cry
About this story I tell
I think I will die
In this hell I know well.

As my perception grows clearer,
And as I draw nearer,
I can that its small,
Its blood and its fear,
Its nothing at all.

By Shawnna Burt

“Grace”

“Grace”
Im on my knees, Bless me father,
for i have sinned,
cool me in your holy water
For many years the light has dimmed
It’s only now you have the power
Your surface before now I’ve only skimmed

I got in too deep, I sealed my fate
What had looked like heaven was really hate

God help me!
I need your grace,
I walk beside thee
Im dying to meet your sweet embrace.
Will you sing with me?

By Shawnna Burt