Poetry and photography by Myrtle Thomas
Good afternoon! Today’s edition of October Stories is poetry and artwork, by Myrtle Thomas.
Voice in the Wind
By Margo B. Thomas/Myrtle Thomas
my voice muted from my lips
caught up in the silent struggle
yet fighting fiercely to pierce the air
my tongue heavy with thought.
when my mind burns with a hot coal
or my soul lies in anguish alone
it's hard to carry this bundle in the dark
or speak of such things as I'm thinking.
tangled up in the thorns with lions and birds
each pouncing with wings and feet
where would I be in my world without poetry !
with my hand so close to my heart.
when the hours of night came with thunder
and the air heavy on my numbness
how I still felt my spirit speaking through my hand
drifting on the face as of white snow and noise.
Sometimes Love is Timeless
By Myrtle Thomas
sometimes things are hard to find
in the sunlight with the sun and moon-
burning your eyes and the sting of the ocean
roaring in the abyss of two blue seas.
sometimes your hands get tired holding-
the chapters of your life
with pages either stained or blank yet
holding autumn and winter as deep as possible.
sometimes I wonder what the sea looks like-
in autumn without the sight of colored leaves
without the scent of the sun on remaining flowers
without the dreams I've forgotten to write about.
sometimes it's hard to laugh and hard to cry-
watching the stars cross the sky in their glory
and wondering where they will fall in their journey
without smoke or flame to follow their existence.
sometimes there is the moonlight arching in your eyes
whispering for me to follow the trail I searched for
reaching for the laughter that fills the air like the stars
and in the darkness my breast swells with the love I hold.
{ But always there is the two of us and timeless. }
# 7 John’s Letter
By Myrtle Thomas
Dear John ,
Here I sit with my keyboard , my hands
stroking the keys as they think of you . Maybe
they're what holds us together along with the memories.
The pictures in my mind are never in black and white .
I look at them as they come into focus then escape
into a blur , John it's always the same isn't it ?
I wanted what I saw in your eyes years ago.
The forest fire that burned within us , once when we loved
one another . Yes those knowing looks of desire as our eyes
followed each others footsteps . All hope was lost but we endured
the hardships , we got comfortable with a new life.
Sometimes I want to scream at you and hurl angry words ,
but why because we both wanted to taste this freedom .
John I might never send this letter to you , It might lie here
on my desk just like your picture hanging onto my mind , somethings
never change John. The winter of our loss still lingers in my soul
hanging like fingers clinched around my heart.
Don't get me wrong John , the best thing to be done was done ,
life changes things that we can't . Even sitting here writing you has been hard
knowing that I can mail this to you , I wonder what would you think of me ?
Damn John I love you but I hate you , I hate that we both gave up on us .
Good-bye John
Bio
Myrtle Thomas has been published in several journals including Otherwise Engaged Literature and Arts Journal , Writers and Readers Magazine , Lothlorien Poetry Journal , Masticadores USA , Chewers and Masticadores , Sincere Dalliances , Keeping the Flame Alive Magazine , Ink Pantry , Fevers of the Mind a Tribute to Leonard Cohen , Literary Cocktail Magazine . She is a member of ALLpoetry.com under her Penn name Blue2U . She is retired from a large manufacturing company which gives her time to write . She has self-published four books of her poetry .
