Category: Poetry

She Runs (a poem)

Poetry
June 10, 2015
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She Runs, a poem written by S. A. Healey
She runs
To and from
Islands of composure
Gliding through sun and shadow
Fate pursuing dominance
Against tenacious tides
Where everything swims
Unruly and collected
Polite public masks
Bobbing between cartoonish faces
Distortion holding her close to fear
Where all her dark
Bleeds into light
Each morning
Just another day
Or so she feigns
As time bleats on
Hard
Relentless
Slow
Melodic
Hands in aroused rotation
Striking chords lower than sin
Synths of sand
Throbbing under softened flesh
Wishes
Falling to her feet
Like offerings
Upending her emotions
Till they scatter
Half in
Half out
Of the shallow calm
Where she has drifted
In banality
For far too long
Reluctant to leave
Reluctant to stay
Though today
She gnaws the bait
Surrendering
In a plunge of faith
To the depths of uncertainty
Where nothing
Makes perfect sense
And life is a beautiful mess
Yet aha moments
Cloud with second guesses
So still
In her mind
She runs

Seductive Quill (a poem)

Poetry
May 20, 2015
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Seductive Quill, a poem written by S. A. Healey
She writes
In succumb
To the thrum
Of a sinister
Distorted base
Thoughts swelling
In midnight blue
Surmounting
Limbo states of want
Fingers twitching
With molten maledictions
Ten interminable storms
In elemental digression
Hurling metaphors
Against the clogs
Of a caged mind
Cracking the code
Wetting the plume
Drowning her
In colloquy
Its delicious brutality
A kiss
That was years
In the making
A most exquisite
Brand of torture
Born from the emergence
Of her truest self
In the push
Behind the quill

At My Fingertips (a poem)

Poetry
December 5, 2014
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At My Fingertips, a poem written by S. A. Healey
It happened
Against the nocturnal blush
Of the whispering sky
My eyes lost
In its infinite blackness
Until I suddenly found myself
Up in those stars
And again in the shadows
That melded and danced
Beneath the brooding trees
And I caught an epiphany
On the wind
As it thickened my hair
Leaving its debris
Until it was all I could feel
And I knew I’d never formulate
The proper words
To translate such a moment
But I longed to write them anyway
And I continued to gaze above me
Absorbing the vastness of the universe
Mind bent by the notion
That I was something
So very small
Inside of something larger than life
Yet comforted by that special nook
Carved out for me
Amid the diamond flickers
Pirouetting like a billion souls in flight
And though I’d forever yearn
And though I’d forever dream
For things I couldn’t yet reach
Still I’d live this life
And still I’d feel this life
As it hummed along my skin
And rattled my bones
Like claps of thunder
Awakened and unencumbered
By an intense clarity
That everything I ever wanted
Or needed
Was always there
Right at my fingertips

Category: Poetry

She Runs (a poem)

Seductive Quill (a poem)

At My Fingertips (a poem)

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