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Lillie Duncan | Poetry - One Hundred
 

One Hundred

In the furthest distance

Wildflower painted fields pave the way for my weary sight

Through the evergreen frame

I behold her now

The picture of femininity standing gently in the day's shadow

With a waxing moon hanging above her, becoming her crown

Golden light reflecting off of them both

There she stands clothed in a light sage dress that crosses her body from one side to the other

Loosely tying around a waste that once bore each of these lives that she awaits return.

She can not see me any longer

Although I know she feels me

Or at least the presence of who I was

At this moment all she sees is the land of the living

That she so desperately clung to lifetimes ago.

The scars laid so blatantly across her arms

Still visible, even from here

Of life given up and life fought for and life won

From 100 lies believed, words void of meaning

Quietly, it was her that chose to live when I chose otherwise

Quietly, it was her that clung to hope when I could not.

From the desert back to the garden

The wind rumbles through the thicket of green around her

Her dress now clinging to the shape of her body

Her raven hair now lifting across her chest

Grazing the back of her hand that laid effortlessly close to her heart

Close into her center that took years to find

Years to know.

Her eyes close at this moment

I watch her there but notice her mind somewhere else

Perhaps a remembrance of me

Perhaps a gentle forgiveness for the road that led her here

And in the distance life burst forth

Coming up behind me

Her children stop at the edge of the hill

Glancing up, seeing the miracle that I too see.

My future hope. My future moment. My future legacy waiting for me.

I watch my children run to her

Through the tall grass

Through the sunkissed earth

Into the shadows of trees

Landing in the embrace of love no one could quite as freely give as she could

With tears in her eyes, she takes her hands and wraps them around each of their faces

A touch of nurture, only true to her soul

A touch of love that could only come from light that escaped such darkness.

Clothed in simplicity

Adorned in love

Settled now in who she is

I see now how little she really needed in this life

The passing world and it’s temporary promises

For what comes with us when we leave this world?

Only that which she holds on to now.




Lillie Duncan | Poetry
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ONCE

The sun is warmer today
Earth submitting to the pull of time
Flowers blooming out of dormancy
All signs point to the miracle of life
Even out of sheer darkness

I am wrapped in an unbridled quiet
So piercing that I merely throw myself down at the desperation of worlds within me
The silence carves its twisting course through the landscape of my life
Pressing thinly into the years I have carried with me

Seeing you now from a light far outside my mind
The greatest struggle, not knowing
Not having any real idea of when or how

A part of me, traveling far outside just to see
The marks imprinted on my heart
Scent of a life known and unknown lingering
Coming and going with the wind
Much like the words, any words, these words
The bookends of my life

The sun upon my skin
Wind wrapping a simple truth around me
Comforting me with the promise of new life
Even at the end of myself

Below the complexity
I simply love what I love

Poetry: Lost Coast
Lillie Duncan

Out across a pristine sand line
Earth paints its master piece of harmony
Land submerging beneath ocean
Sky bowing its will to the sea
Reflections of worlds barely seen
All the while weather comes and goes
I incline my eyes to see the crescent moon
Hanging gently on the last ray of light
Reminding me of my rightful place

Along the shore are rocks that come forth
Life stirring quietly around each pocket of sand
And beneath the rocks are hidden things
And beneath the hidden things are more hidden things
Simply the beginning and ending of life one existing only with the other
Such balance no hand could possibly grasp

This day of all days
I kneel while staring across the edge of this coast
My body sinks itself deeper into the sand beneath
Still warm from what I knew of this day
Even with the grandiose burden buried in the cavity of my chest
Smallness is what I feel with a hint of trepidation upon the merge of shadows

Just one step past my own threshold
I come into full awareness that of all the oceans
This ocean could ruin me

With its depths and unknowns it could take me out where the sky touches the sea
Far beyond where I tend to keep myself safe
Each wave could take me under and leave me sideways back where I started
Along the shore of myself

And still, I am called here time and time again
To sit with each of my fears
Naming them one by one
Life and death and everything in between
Perhaps to face the timeless truths of this life
To learn the balance of fear and life
And beneath the truths are hidden things
And beneath the hidden things, its merely our own reflection

For me, there is no sea that parts this time
No pillar of cloud by day and no pillar of fire by night
No manna to feed the hunger within
Yet the pull is still bringing me further in
One wave at a time
One step at a time
To an ocean, this ocean, at this time

Everything I have ever feared
Everything I have ever loved
All within a force and weight so much greater than I

How do I even begin to trust the wave that can take me under
Or rise my restless body up to touch the hem of a new day
Where the sky kisses the ocean upon the distant horizon
Framed by days end and nights beginning
Where fear meets mortality and transcends life

Upon no merit of my own
Upon whose waters will I surrender
Upon whose hand will carry me now

The world moves on
The world moves on
The world moves on

-Lillie Duncan