Life & Love

Restored.

Immortalized
within counterfeit fibers
of a petrified forest
are your sorrows
weighed with silt,
swallowed by shadows
of its own valley,
silenced beneath
the porcelain surface
of a visage pristine.

Banish them.
Let your tears cathartic
burn
these cheeks of mine.
Scour them with scars
of an ancient past
of an ache relived.
Let me bear the dusk
until from the womb,
emerged pure as
the morning dew,
is a love renewed.

β€’

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  1. Phoebe – you also pop up as liking things I’ve published, and I must apologize, this is truly the first time I’ve gone browsing through your site.

    I get the distinct impression that I had unintentionally bypassed a wonderful opportunity to witness profoundly creative, poignant, and devastatingly enticing wordplay in action. I believe I’ll be getting lost in the tunnels here for some time.

    I actually reblogged this post in particular if that’s okay with you..

    https://meltingneuronstoink.wordpress.com/2017/02/09/restored/

    Your site is beautifully done by the way. Aesthetically, functionally, and everything. It could be the sleep deprivation talking, but this all makes me very happy to know there’s people like you out there.

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  2. Reblogged this on Melting Neurons to Ink and commented:
    Regrettably despite her active participation on my blog, have not delved in the wonderful mind of the PuppyDoc. Words have a certain sensation bordering on synesthesia when their magic is unlocked. This is just a sampling from a remarkably prolific and talented writer. Enjoy.

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  3. Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
    Phoebe Chi, who earned the nickname Puppy long ago, is an amazing poet and whose generosity and kind spirit make me want to forgive her her many talents as a caring and witty writer and whose blog is chock-a-block teeming with waypoints for a better person seemingly just by having optic-nerve imprints of her words. Thanks, Doc!

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      • I find kindness and the first impulse is to set it free to roam its way through the world and, hopefully, back to its origin. I learned something of that lesson a long time ago in a very different venue: in the guise of a combat U.S.Marine senior non-commission officer as I embarked on my own journey through perilous times: never, the old Gunnery Sergeant (must have been all of 30!) take anyone to task publicly, that time is reserved for praise, especially in front of his superiors; however, when you have to address what you perceive to be a failing, do so in private so the lesson becomes easier to absorb and is not cluttered with embarrassment or shame. Such attention to kindness in the midst of deadly times shattered my prior vision of a crusty old veteran who cared only for his mission and not his men. There is no difference: men and mission are parts of a whole and both must be treated with care…and when I experience kindness (a kind I find in humans when unobserved even more often than I expect, ever, I am astounded! We are so much more capable of genuine care for not just ourselves but also our fellow humans, our encounters with other living beings to include the plants of course and our gratefulness to be alive witnessing wonders that the simple act of saying thank you to a wonderful writer, a person who shares their wisdom and time without a thought to recompense, is but a mirror showing the original kindness of creation. How could I not say, Pheobe, thank you, and pardon this long-winded expositon (and here I steal from S.L. Clemens, somewhat modified of course): I had not the wit nor the time to make this reply shorter. Mil gracias.

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