Poems and Phantasms

Scatter Kind Words

Scatter kind words like seeds

to the four corners of the earth

to the wind and sky

to hell and back, where

they are needed most

they will find their way

 

As the tiniest light

shines the greatest good

in the blackest night, so too

the kind word roots

deepest in the heart

rich with grief

abundant with gratitude

Life Stories Write

 

this

is life too

 

this time in

this room

clock ticking

rush and wait

turning pages

you never intended

to read

 

as it turns out

this is your story

 

so tell it

 

tell the dark jokes

sing the sad songs  

you can’t forget, laugh

till you feel

like crying

till you

feel

 

sometimes healing is

not a cure but

the coping

the reconciling

the holding on

to hope regardless

 

give this day a title

worth remembering

even if

you didn’t choose it

this

is your adventure

 

At Play

Did they tell you

you must fight

to survive, take

to succeed, scheme

to win, your life

a pawn in a zero sum

world, and is that all

 

you know? You could

play a different game.

 

Do not fear

for your life

to mean nothing

for every word

you speak echoes

 

to others. We cannot help

but leave traces. We are

immortal in human

memories. What is

eternity anyway?

 

Or is it pleasure, creature

comfort you seek yet

what balm greater

than peace?

 

This is a strange kind

of abundance, giving

more emptying grows

you, a vessel

hollowed out by light

overflowing.

 

Standing at the Border

A reflection on “The New Colossus”  by Emma Lazarus

 

I thought I was

a lighthouse. I

raised my hand for the job.

 

I thought myself a

beacon of refuge at the

door of dreams. Shining

with invitation

I turned away

no one. It was not mine to

give, this air of

freedom; it was only mine

to welcome.

 

Weathered, jaded

no longer alight

with idealism, would

that I could

set down my lamp

and my words

and with

both hands free,

gather my own.

 

 

 

 

Thank you to Spirit Caller Magazine for publishing another poem of mine: https://archive.org/details/SpiritCallerMagazineVol02Issue03

 

Spectacles by Lurana Brown

Thank you to Postcard Poems and Prose for publishing my poem!

Art Credit - PP&P Staff Art Credit – PP&P Staff

Lurana Brown is a palliative massage therapist and pianist and is studying to be a midwife-to-the-dying. She operates her business as a gift economy. She’s been called oversensitive, serious, and most of all idealistic, but she’s sticking with her laissez-faire faith that light can break through any darkness. She thinks the most beautiful things in the world are wilderness and grace. Lurana’s poems have been published by the Blue Hour, Shoe Music Press, Shout Out UK, Spirit Caller Magazine, S/tick, and Swimming with Elephants. She can be found at www.luranabrown.com and has a few illustrated poems available at Redbubble: http://www.redbubble.com/people/luranabrown.

The author wearing her most favorite pants ever. The author wearing her most favorite pants ever.

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Keeping Company

Keeping company in the dark

our eyes grow accustomed

to each other’s shadows.

 

It was shades of gray all along

with shapes less fearful

for familiarity.

 

Let us not be forced

into harsh, unwelcoming brightness

but wait for a more gentle dawn

together.

 

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