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Poetry Art: Twisted Apart

Posted: October 15, 2017 in Artwork, Dark Poetry
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Read this poem and others like it in Ariana’s collection, “Twisted Paths of Poetry.”

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The Piano Magic
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Hidden in the backstreets within the fog of downtown New York,
sat the remains of an old abandoned theater.
Whispers and laughs of the yesteryear hung heavy in the air.
A lonely darkness with remnants of a forgotten energy
danced throughout the atmosphere.

Towards the front of the ole’ performance room,
was a once grand stage,
which now was adorned with black tattered curtains
and splitting and rotting wood.
Upon that once grand stage,
sitting alone in the cool darkness,
I witnessed the slim silhouette of a tired middle-aged woman…
who once, some years ago, was a youthful boisterous performer…

But now, here she sat, if frozen in time…
Still and lifeless- touched too much by a broken world.

Her long, aging fingers lingered across the out-of-tune piano keys,
searching for a dance, they once knew, which sang to a song of
timeless magic…

And there… she sat.
Lonely… out of touch…
Dreaming of a world that had once been…

Searching for…

Magic.

Hopelessly, wishing for…

Magic.

For the dark lights to once again, illuminate the ole’ grand stage…
and for people to file in with awaiting anticipation….
to hear the chatter…. laughter….
To feel the high energy of excitement….

That magic….

But now,
only silence hung heavy in this run down skeleton remains of a building…
A theater…with forgotten magic.

…And as if, in a dream, something else began to fill the air
Time…stood still…as a clock somewhere in the far distance began to chime…

The middle-aged woman slowly closed her eyes and lowered her head…
A lost tune of years gone by began to escape her chapped lips.
And from behind the black tattered stage curtains,
a bright moist golden red apple rolled towards the legs of the piano bench
of which the woman so listlessly sat…
Rolled out of nothingness…

As if from another realm.
Magic…

Lost in a trance, the woman bent down,
and retrieved the golden red apple.
After staring for some time, she took a hopeful bite…

And just like that of a fairy-tale,
the darkness lifted and transformed into a dream.

…Within a second…
and a snap of the fingers,

No longer the middle-aged woman that she was,
became a youthful lady dazzling in
a sparkling silver evening gown.
Joyful laughter bellowed from her
pink lips with her long soft red hair
cascading down her slim shoulders, free flowing.

Gracefully, she stood up and twirled,
her youthful fingers grazing the piano keys
in an upbeat Broadway tune.

Blinding lights warmed the now grand stage,
as it presented a soft glow around the lady,
Illuminating a once lonely stage.

And then there was....magic.

Classical music spiraled from the lively piano keys,
echoing off the walls.

For a time, hope filled the atmosphere…
A place where dreams come true-
No longer, a dark tired atmosphere.

Souls of those times gone by gathered in to witness the moment,
Applause rang out…
The magic of the music was alive…

MAGIC….

And just before the ending midnight hour chimed,
A dove flew overhead.

The illumination began to dim and the lights went low…
then darkness shadowed over the magical dreamland performance.
The tattered black curtains closed
and the classical song, faded…out-of-tune.

Lowering her head, the slim red-headed youthful lady,
began to gracefully age, once again…
becoming tired and listless…
She took a molded half-face white mask,
and slipped it upon her face,
closed her eyes as if in a trance…
Frozen in that moment in time – she stayed.

Lonely, in an abandoned theater,
in downtown New York,
waiting for….

Magic…to dance again.

Ariana R. Cherry 2017

 

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In my ear, you whisper that you are near,
Your silence doesn’t prevail long…

In the moments, when my lights are beaming,
You whisper through the cool air,
proving thee wrong.

Thy journey through the murky fog,
is not done…

Some days, your haunting whispers are louder
than my joyful song.
I fight to mute the disheartening chants,

Those emotional fears that drown me alive,
all because of those whispered words
that you connive.

I pull on the shredding strings of remaining hope,
while you attempt to bury and stake them
through the ground.

Each day, your whispers attempt to
envelop, twist and bound.
Sometimes, it’s like sinking sand,
trying to push me further down.

All I pray for is peace…
for those whispered threats to be no more..
And to let the sunlight in through the door.

I no longer enjoy this restless game…

Stop the chaos!

See the light!

AND I WILL tell you thy name!

– Ariana R Cherry 2017

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JOURNEY ON
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…step…step….step,
into the cool air that surrounds me above the dim stars…
Breathe…
Breathe into the silent air above the dark sky at midnight…

Stare…blink….stand…
Still.
So still.
Gather my scattered thoughts…
Invisible thoughts that come alive in my so-active non-silent mind.

Look up , so high….into the never-ending sky…
wishing for…
Hope…

Breathe…
Breathing alone,
watching my breath form life in the cool evening air
as a dark haunting fog rolls in under the moon…
It surrounds my still silhouette…
questioning my presence.

Step…pause….step…
Praying to the wishful stars above,
alone in this thoughtful lonely but comforting night
in my so active pondering mind,

Looking beyond this mysterious life…
Searching for continuous answers
that are so hard to find.

Step…
Step..
Breathe…

Dream….
Dreams dancing out of my head,
to a tune, that only my lips seem to know
from another time.
Thy lyrics are sacred…
To me, they are blind.

Step…Step…
Pause….pray.
Seek….

Seeking for life beyond,
the answers I want to know.
Need to know….
Kneel….pause….
In watchful thought.

Searching beyond a mystical mystery
that aches in my beating heart…

Breathe…
Just breathe.

Step….step….

Into an invisible world.
But I am comforted….
as I step into the shadows under the moonlight.

For I do not need a spotlight.

All I need is faith…
Answers
and for the clouds to lift
from this midnight dream…

Step…
step…

Breathe….

….All I need is to live…
and to gather the answers
that my soul so longingly aches for…

Step…
step…
Pause…

Kneel.

….dancing heartbeat.

Breathe.

….Step out of the shadows of the moonlight
and shine…under the stars….
…and tears fall…
in answer to a call …
beyond this time…..
….step…step…
Pause….

Breathe…
Breath comes alive from this searching soul…

….step…
step back under the moonlight,
stare above to the dim stars that sing to my heart…

I turn back behind the rolling fog…

And Journey On….

 

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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Within the depths of our mind, we are battling the duel of light and darkness, good and evil and love & hate. We strive for light, but then the dark clouds reveal their shadow and then they prevail.

Throughout life, we all encounter both darkness and light.Take a journey through these pages of poetry as you travel through the fog in search of that ray of light.

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FINDING MY WAY

For now, I shall languish among the floating pale clouds,

as my creative spark wanders,

finding its way through the feeble dark…

 

A line is on hold

waiting for its eternal story to be told…

My faint beating heart is at rest…

whispering, yet silent,

as it waits to attest…

 

…through the feeble darkness,

there has been much pain

which has caused so much to drain,

from the exhausted soul,

who wishes nothing

but for more time

to sleep away all of the noise

which has disturbed

its very sensitive inquisitive mind.

 

For now, I shall languish, floating among the pale clouds,

as I pass by the brightly lit moon,

finding my way through the feeble darkness of the night.

 

Ariana R. Cherry 2017