Poems and Phantasms

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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.

 

 

 

 

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.

Looking less serious at a luau. Looking less serious at a luau.

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Lines in the Sand

“Flags make poor cover for displaced children…” Thank you to ShoutOut UK for publishing another of my poems: http://www.shoutoutuk.org/2014/09/14/lines-sand-poem-lurana-brown/

Different Only in the Telling

Antelope Canyon, Arizona, USA. James Gordon, 2007 (CCA 2.0)

I have been to the dark places

dwelt in utter depths, felt them

calling their own

inside me

 

too many to count the ways

the paths may differ

the particulars peculiar

but we meet there

all the same

 

and so the flicker of

recognition

greeting

pain

in another’s eyes

 

and the smiles, just as deep

from souls cracked open

to the core

 

hearing the stories different

only in the telling

 

Hurrying Home

Illustration from “Journey to the Center of the Earth” by Jules Verne, painted by Edouard Riou, 1864 (Public Domain)

Perhaps there is

a shorter path

with stops for my amusement

but I am hurrying home

 

Perhaps there is

an easier road

with pleasures at every turn

but I

am hurrying home

 

Perhaps there is

another way

longer, with less suffering

but I

am hurrying

home

 

Her star burns

sketch by Lurana Brown

sketch by Lurana Brown

Her star burns

bright and strange

telling in the

distance

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