Victoria T. Rego Poetry

What weighs upon thy soul lifts up and out in words caught upon a breeze and carried to the heavens

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Deep Within

And so I heard the words "look deep into yourself"

Deep upon the ocean that carries my soul so daringly

upon the fire strewn pit that eats away at me

Deep into mirrors and reflections and darkness

That hide the dreams awaiting fulfillment

Deep into the loneliness that lives in my heart

Tearing apart the strength I struggle to maintain

And so I search for the words to keep me going

Hope fades - carried off on a burning wave

Through cracked images multiplying reflections

A thousand times over bringing me further upon

Or further away from the end I seek.

So bleak you claim an outlook upon a life

Waiting, longing for that first step to be taken

Within my hands a lone fissure sealed reopens

Deep within the oceans fiery floor an eruption

Bubbling, boiling, churning slowly away

 

Recently published in Sunflowers and Seashells an anthology published by Eber & Wein Publishing 12/2010

Just a Dream

When pixies taunted and played poked
Prodding to see the sleeping beauty
Laying in fields of baby’s breath
Rain beating fiercely down upon
The jonquil waiting for you

With trees howling in sharpen winds of faith
Bending to and fro but unyielding like this
Feeling within me a fit of faith
Where faith did not exist in time

Awaken me from a slumber of fairies
Laying in the meadows of wounded hearts
Lift me in to hero arms and save the
Monkshood and narcissus for another day
Shower me in roses of every color
And kisses of violets: white & blue

Stay standing by my side
As I wake and wait to see the ivy
Growing up castles walls into
Rooms of kings and queens
Divine lords and ladies dancing

Give me a kiss through time a light touch
In a storm, gentle breezes caress me
Whisper sweet nothings in my soul
Bringing tears of tulips—it was just a dream
 

 

Watching

 

I watched in wonderment

at the appalling scene

playing out before me.

 

Shall we be so fearless

as to stand by and claim

nothing is wrong?

 

The ignorance and stupidity

you lash out in eager solitude—a joke

 

You stand tall in your selfish

appeal to fortify your grace

in his eyes

 

As I laugh in your bereavement

for lingering faults that you cannot see.

Watching