Archive for ‘Michelle. V.’

November 16, 2017

Divergent Path

by mkvecchitto

 

Beware angels and demons who reminisce

a life unstrung with each opportunity gone amiss

A path followed with purpose will rise above their doubt

Hidden in those moments before dawn, a battle we will mount

We know after the rain comes sweet bliss

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November 10, 2017

Silence of Truth

by mkvecchitto

 

silence of truth

I believe you

I understand the power of silence

Silence sometimes bathed in hostility

Silence sometimes viewed from the inside looking out

Out of need driven by organized chaos

Out of necessity dictated by denial

Denial blossoms in a closet of secrets

Denial weaves webs of misdirected power

Power destroyed by me

Power destroyed by you

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November 5, 2017

An Education in Regret

by mkvecchitto

 

education in regret

 

He was a boy back then

sitting in my classroom, head down

always primed for a fight as if the enemy that threatened

to swallow all the oxygen in our cramped space

was me, was him…just was

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October 31, 2017

Halloween Horror

by mkvecchitto

halloween

Moonlight hidden on a foggy night

yellow eyes glowing under a scarlet veil

shadows soaring on abandoned walls

this could be the stuff of nightmares

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October 30, 2017

Endless Love

by mkvecchitto

endless love

A taste of forbidden honey is never as sweet

a chance to reach fruition is never quite complete

when the task of arduous lovers becomes a simple swan song

How can the goal of faith, hope, and love be wrong?

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October 29, 2017

Dreams and Nightmares

by mkvecchitto

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Take me to that place

the shelter from this storm

Gratitude mimics need as I try to find space

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October 28, 2017

Time’s Blossoms

by mkvecchitto

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tender memories

peonies in the driveway

childhood dreams linger

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October 26, 2017

Exasperation

by mkvecchitto

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Satisfaction lingers long after the chatter

Accomplishment mine to hold

In secret, I sample both the fiery and bland

My smile a shadow as I savor each victory

Haunted nights released, the ultimate success

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October 24, 2017

Love of One

by mkvecchitto

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None as complicated

as the game of love

Love as a puzzle

Love as a gift

Gift immortalized in music

Gift celebrated in poetry

Poetry both savory and sweet

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October 23, 2017

Lessons Lost

by mkvecchitto

fire and spunk productions

When the story is wrapped in the sound

of silence, angels gently weep

Messages veiled in sugar

and scrub only lead us

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October 22, 2017

Resolve

by mkvecchitto

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Any day, any time now

before it’s too late

change will come

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October 20, 2017

Below the Middle

by mkvecchitto

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Stuck in a place where the world panders to the middle,

assumptions are made defining what I need, what I want,

what it is I desire, what might be attainable

Things I must have to make me a person of value

A constant barrage daring me to measure my self-worth

against societal rankings I had no part in creating

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October 20, 2017

Crazy Like A Fox

by mkvecchitto

jumping-fox

Stop to admire the playful fox

cunning mischief unorthodox

Crafty, some might say creative

This skilled hunter prowls the native folk on city blocks

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October 18, 2017

Crashing Dreams

by mkvecchitto

crashing dreams

None could predict the madness living in a childhood nightmare

would become reality. Not for us anyway. We could not imagine it might

become our story. Monsters aren’t supposed to dwell in our closets or under the bed

but sometimes they do, disguised in the apathetic dressing of those who proclaim loyalty.

That’s the most difficult part, being brave: having the courage to feel

while the world turns a blind eye.

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October 17, 2017

Shared Lives

by mkvecchitto

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My daughter says she listens to the sound of my feet shuffling each morning,

my slippers scuffing well-worn carpet as if on automatic pilot.

 

Even behind her closed door, she feels me move.

 

Years spent locked in joint struggle does that. Or it doesn’t. We were lucky.

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October 17, 2017

War

by mkvecchitto

war

Safety and fear intertwine

Corruption abided by rules and regulation

All the while, the swain tramps across the fen

to swear allegiance under the gibbous moon

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October 15, 2017

Migration

by mkvecchitto

intrigue verse thoreau quote

I see you. Mired in madness, struggling to be free, you search for a way out. Embrace this journey as those butterflies in your stomach feel more like carnivorous crabs piercing the pit of your soul. Sometimes we must descend into darkness. Sometimes we must view reality through a skewed lens to gain perspective. I see you. We belong to the same kind, the same tribe. And as you fight this battle, know when you reach the other side, Retrospect will reveal your inner beauty. Ride this river of time.

I’ll be there, waiting on the sandy shore.

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October 14, 2017

Mother’s Love

by mkvecchitto

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A mother’s mission to protect her child

She holds him above the fray, the inhumanity

in this place where good and evil are reconciled

knowing claims of decency present as beguiled profanity

Her tender love and warrior spirit juxtaposed

At one moment encouraging him to fly while her heavy arms resist

letting go, letting go, letting go

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October 13, 2017

Little Ballerina

by mkvecchitto

little ballerina

Imagination stands in the road, conducting

music, ubiquitous as a little girl dreams

She is a prima ballerina dancing in the clouds

Rain, no match as she clutches her skirt in her hands

Her steps measured, softened by the mist

Arabesque, En Avant, Chassé

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October 12, 2017

Perfect Partners

by mkvecchitto

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He watches as I slip away

each afternoon, keeping time

with the afternoon sun

as it dips below the horizon

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October 11, 2017

Inspired Art

by mkvecchitto

beauty and dreams

Relinquish control

Allow the powers that be

tame your wildest dreams

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October 9, 2017

Intuition

by mkvecchitto

intuition

Enthralled by the prospect of new adventure

she followed blindly, slipping into a world where

smoke and ash painted forgotten corners

with the blood of the innocent

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October 8, 2017

In Memory

by mkvecchitto

 

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 I

remember

all the little things

superficial to sacred

an exploration of life

Grandpa taught me this

I miss him

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October 7, 2017

With Hope

by mkvecchitto

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 truth silenced in the confessional

 

rumor of prayer

rumor of mercy

 

she does not speak of nightmares

instead

she paints the sky

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October 7, 2017

Misery

by mkvecchitto

misery

shadows walk with me

as I pace these floors

 

awashed in a deluge of grief

I forget to breathe

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October 5, 2017

Arrogance

by mkvecchitto

arrogance

Greedy. Insatiable. Gluttonous purveyor of the unobtainable.  A collector of knowledge stacked to the sky like a house of cards leaning into the wind. I devoured insight like a wolf scraping every bit from brittle bones. I consumed opportunities for observation until I lost sight. A sage devoid of soul. An attempt to grow stunted by failure to think outside that crystal box. My delight in creating a world too complex muted satisfaction. My bankroll of facts left me destitute. And then, an epiphany.

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October 5, 2017

Sleuth

by mkvecchitto

 

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Hidden in plain sight

between storm clouds and healing waters,

messages woven between fables and lies begin in truth

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October 3, 2017

Accused

by mkvecchitto

 

witch trial

Demise beneath broken skies

a cacophony of strident voices

sentenced her to die by morning

She’d be drowned in a well of shadows

as the death bell tolled under a crimson moon

such a hollow ring, a hollow ring

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