Of Mists

 Of Mists

*inspired by Kostas Karyotakis(LIVES)

“I’ll say that life’s the coffin in which people’s joy and sorrows die.”

Always as mist, and she lost to despair.
Fierce and futile, were ever her longings.
So let it be death then, non-discriminate & fair!
And unapologetic in it’s gloaming.
Always as mist, and she lost to despair.

 
That’s all it’s been, heavy since I’ve been here.

Claps of thunder ov’r desolate horizons, 

Was each placid dream.

Each twinge, each reminiscence, bedeviled nightmares!

The unknown-maybe better than all I’ve seen.

That’s all it’s been, heavy since I’ve been here.


I’ve made no impact-this loud and clear.
...and no degree of resonance.
And I’d fade away to nihility without a care.
...with no degree of hesitance!
I have made no impact-this loud and clear.


No echoes of glories to befall-far or near.
She’d watched hope roll away as clouds.
And love’s a blissful fraud, like none could compare!
Meant to covet, curse, then shroud.
No echoes of glories to befall-far or near.

What difference, from my first nor latest tear?
I abandoned childishness as it abandoned me!
You see, world of rages and I never had a prayer.
Now dayz, I choose that which shields to perceive.
What difference, from my first nor latest tear?

Not a single soul would care that I’d been here.
Comes Sun-such Solaris breaking.
It’s sheen but it’s source never shared.
At a snail’s pace, it keeps on taking!
Not a single soul would care that I’d been here.

Old sorrows would ignite and rightly interfere.
Be it not for one confidant-a dutiful star down a lonely street.
Those tendernesses she’d once dared.

Became arrays of intermingled cheats.
Old sorrows would ignite and rightly interfere.


Wells of wasted wishes...while I wallow hereI

Go head, dance the waltz of expecting.

Life’s a fallacy-meant to ensnare.

This one, this girl will continue rejecting.

A well of wasted wishes...while I wallow here!

So sure someday soon she’d too disappear.
She’s like a neglected violin, gravely waitin-austere.

Her rhapsodies not fittin for any ear.

And beauty’s a flower that dies not matter how dear.

So sure someday soon she’d too disappear.

 

Tinika Edwards

 

Tinika Edwards has been published in Ariel Chart, DWI(Design World International and Eloquently Speaking Magazines. I also am published in the book SOY(Save our Youths) an anthology of poems from selected poets intended to support at risk youths. Working toward my solo work.