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“I Walked in the Rain Today” a poem

22 Monday May 2023

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grief, love, poem, poetry, rain, tears

“I Walked in the Rain Today” © 2023 Rebecca R. Pierce

I walked in the rain today
And listened to the sound of the sky falling.
The castle that I built in the clouds
Melted into watery needles,
Splattering against the
Hard ground of truth
And puddling into mirrors
Through which I saw
Another world, another me.

But what I did not see
Was another you.
The thought of you
Leaked out of my eyes
And traced my cheeks
And that was the rain
That sent me scurrying for
Shelter.

“What Does Love Feel Like” a poem

16 Wednesday Nov 2022

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“What Does Love Feel Like” © Rebecca R. Pierce

What does love feel like?

It is a caged bird
When a hand lifts the gate.
Tasting the blue of the skies,
It dips its wings in light,
Settles into a nest, and knows
What home feels like.

It is an endless well
Whose water longs to touch
The lips of their beloved
To quench a thirst as much as
To be taken in.

It is a mirror facing a mirror
Staring into the face of eternity,
Of infinite possibilities stretched
Into frame after frame after frame
Of shimmering reflection.
Show me who I am.
I’ll show you who you are.

Me, you, we—
The collective consciousness
Of every particle vibrating
Even in stillness.

It is where
The heart swirls in two directions at once,
A supernova and black hole in one;
Exploding, contracting,
Giving, taking,
Push and pull and pulse….
Every atom alive and dancing
With the universe
To music that sounds like
Yes.

“Holy Grail” a poem

06 Sunday Nov 2022

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love, lust, poem, poetry

“Holy Grail” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

Bring to me your holy grail
That I may dip my lips
Into a brew both strong yet frail.
Pulse against my hungry sips.
I want your heart between my teeth.
Love is a feral beast to be beneath.

Shake me for what fruit you will.
Between the undulations of yours and mine
We’ll make such sweet and heady wine
And every empty chalice fill.

The nectar spills in overflowing bliss
Until everything is distilled down to this:
What truths may come, what truths may go,
In this moment, I hold only you.
You are the one I wish to know,
And no other drink will do.

Author’s Note: This was written for a poetry prompt.

“The Forgotten Ones” a poem

06 Sunday Nov 2022

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ghosts, poetry, shadow work

“The Forgotten Ones” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

Clouds webbed across the full face of the moon
Like tattered shrouds that were carelessly strewn,
Pulled threadbare through the bony hands of trees
By a howling wind who fell upon its knees
Silenced in defeat or hushed in prayer,
Sliced down like all the dreams that went nowhere.

For what are ghosts but forgotten desires,
The smoky ashes of yesterday’s fires?
Rejected shadows from the dark night of our souls,
Who—fragmented, incomplete—hope again to be whole.
Restless wanderers, hungry is the haunt,
The anguished ache of an aborted want.

Chained in nightmares, how we toss and turn
To witness our demons’ raw, naked yearn.
These we cast to Hell and renamed Sin.
Do they claw us apart to get back in?
They turn our hearts to a box of regrets,
A fast, fading beat of “not yet, not yet.”

Promises broken, buried like bones in death,
Arise from their graves like a misty breath
Howling for heaven, but they’ll not enter soon.
They creep across the full face of the moon.

Author’s Note: I completely forgot to post this for Halloween. Ah well!
Better late than never. Enjoy!

“I Hate It When I Cry” a poem

09 Sunday Oct 2022

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“I Hate it When I Cry” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

I hate it when I cry.

Tears make my face feel
So dirty
The way they stain my skin
With too much truth.

There are parts of me leaking out
That I would rather remain hidden.
Naked shards of my soul
Slicing down the trail of my cheeks.

This is what losing face feels like.

*Author’s Note: I was going through some poetry in my folder when I stumbled upon this. Originally written back in May, I think?

“Reflection” a poem

08 Saturday Oct 2022

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love, poem, poetry

“Reflection” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

It is strange to sit in the space of love
And not move,
But sit in it
And feel its three-ringed halo:
Radiant, pulsing, warm—
Alive!

My love does not feed off yours
But thrives on its own,
An immortal being, multi-winged,
Circling me like I am the moon,
Its mistress,
Softly guiding its direction.

When I lay down my guard, my chains fell.
I did not know I had imprisoned myself
With doubt, with fear.
I thought I was a soldier at a post
Warding off threat of harm.

I had wanted to run
But whether toward you or far away,
I did not know.
Running had proved futile.
I ran in a circle until I came back.
You did not notice, you did not give chase,
And I exhausted myself needlessly.

So I sit here, my love,
Loving you
In silent meditation.
There is no outcome to strive for,
No strands of Fate to weave.
Whether you love me or not
Matters not.
My love exists
Regardless.

My love gently enfolds
The thought of you in my wings.
And you are my moon,
Reflecting back at me.

“In the Light of Your Gaze” a poem

22 Friday Jul 2022

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“In the Light of Your Gaze” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

Staring into your eyes
Is like standing in a perpetual sunbeam
Where warm honey is pouring over
My naked soul.

I understand why flowers bloom.
Shaking off my mortality,
I know the weightlessness of happiness.

For you, I could stand here forever,
Held in the light of your gaze.
It is a space
Where I do not feel judged,
Only seen;

A space
Where shadows melt
Down through the soles of my feet
Into the earth where I grow roots,
And my green arms reach
To touch the heaven of your face.

“Carnal” a poem

16 Saturday Apr 2022

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lust, poem, poetry, sex

“Carnal” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

I crave you the way
Only the truly hungry understand:
All mouths and no words.
Even my hands will bite
Fistfuls of flesh
Rending you asunder.

Oh, to
Straddle your wishbone
Until it cracks;
Marrow dripping,
Muscle glistening,
Salty and sweet.

I’ll lick my fingers of your stain
And every place where you were.
You are a feast for my thighs.

“Succubus” a poem

15 Friday Apr 2022

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“Succubus” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

I am no ordinary woman.
I am a poet.
Demons lurk inside of me,
I have taught them to dance.
They have taught me
To make love or war.

I draw blood from the moon
And carve immortality into the wind
With the sharpness of my words.

We can kiss,
But you’ll taste
My bladed tongue.
I’ll sign my name into your mouth,
Or anywhere a tongue can swoop
And conquer.

Tread carefully with your feet,
Be mindful with those hands,
For if we touch,
I cannot guarantee
You will not be burned.

Go back to the safe shelter
Of other women,
The timid women,
The mild women,
The ones who will not eat you alive
For glancing her way.

We poets are soul-eaters,
Unfettered and wild.
We will unapologetically
Love you unto death
Like the demons we are.

“Full of the Moon” a poem

15 Friday Apr 2022

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kiss, love, poem, poetry

“Full of the Moon” © 2022 Rebecca R. Pierce

I kissed you on the full
Of the moon,
Your lips tasted
Like maddening dreams.
Gardenias were blooming
Against my skin
Like a gentle violence
Waiting to erupt.

The tender earthquake
Of your mouth
Pressed against mine
Swooned me between
A sigh and a gasp.

I unfurled
Like the wings of a swan
Newly emerged from
Cold, dark, depths
Shaking off water
And loosening feathers.

You understood the language of motion.
I was drinking from you,
And you were drinking from me
So that when we parted,
I could still taste the night.

I glittered like I
Was made of stars.

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