#raigash writes poetry

[poetry-at-pooh-corner]

Breathe Deep

Hush, little one.

Breathe deep, and be still.

Set your eyes upon the ink stained heavens,

And tremble against their might.

Isn’t it ferocious?

That vastness which threatens to swallow you whole?

Exhale.

Watch your breath cloud the air around you like a wisp.

Does it not lighten the darkness, for even a moment?

Breathe deep, and be still.

Within you are contained the miracles of multitude,

And the promise of endless potential.

Isn’t it terrifying?

The breadth of damage that could be wrought by your hand?

The beauty, in kind?

The same stars which guide the travelers have cast men into blindness.

Warmth in abundance sparks fires which level forests,

And deep frosts choke the life from the earth.

Exhale.

Feel the rush of air as it leaves your lungs, dissipating into the night.

Have you not changed the world, in a single breath?

Breathe deep, and be still.

Gather your strength about you, and rally your faith.

Carry yourself into that grey dawning with bloody knuckles and bruised pride.

Isn’t it amazing? How that which wishes to live badly enough can never truly be killed?

Lift your eyes, and lift your boots to carry yourself home.

Exhale.

Take care how you go, lest you crush a hidden world beneath your heel.

#poetry #poets on tumblr #pontifications at 11pm idk #interconnectedness #accountability #self reflection #raigash writes poetry #hope #self determination

[raigash]

Hey guys! I wanted to let y’all know that I’m going to be restructuring my blog a little bit now that I’ve gotten back into the swing of writing and posting semi-frequently. It’s come to my attention that my tumblr is a bit of a mess, which doesn’t lend to navigating it very easily. In essence, I intend to split my main blog into three.

The one that will be remaining under this name will be where I will do most of my interaction and reblogging and such. It will not, however, be where I publish new writes or stories going forward.

For that, I’ve created @bookshelf-full-of-bruises. Just about all of the writes that I have published are in need of some updates to make them fall in line with canon now, and so I plan to transfer them one by one as I correct them, and to use this blog as a staging ground for my full length stories. It may take a second to get them all edited and shifted, but I hope it will be worth the wait!

I have also started @poetry-at-pooh-corner as a place to publish smaller projects I’m working on, such as poetry, short form prose, song lyrics, etc. My polymer clay and resin projects may also find their way there from time to time, but mostly, I intend for this to be a place for my shorter writings that I’d like to keep seperate from my large stories

And that will be that! I figure that makes it a little easier to keep things organized, and for everyone to be able to access what they want to without having to scroll for ages (including myself!)

That’s all for now! I hope the new year is treating you all well, and that things only get better for you from here on out! ❤️

#blog changes #status update #writing blog #poetry blog #blog…blog #raigash writing #poetry at Pooh corner #get it? #like poetry corner #but #yeah #anyway I’m hoping this will make things easier for me #as far as keeping things organized and easy to access

[poetry-at-pooh-corner]

Hope is not a creature of fragile bones and tender skin.

She does not shatter against the frigid wind,

Nor does she break beneath the weight of an endless, silent night.

Hope is a monster of vines and thorns.

She is grotesque against the painted sky, uncoordinated and strange.

Her edges rip and tear at the blanket of apathy which tethers the soul to the darkness,

And her grin is fanged and fierce.

Do you feel her?

Writhing beneath your skin, calling you from somewhere older than words?

Be still, and listen to her voice- that quiet call which whispers,

“Life was here before. Life will thrive here again.”

#poetry #raigash writes poetry #hope #perserverance #overcoming adversity

[raigash]

Reap me

Tear me from the stalks which grow in tainted ground.

Free me from the locusts which gorge themselves upon my flesh,

No more to burn beneath the scorching rays of the summer sun,

And gather me close to your aching breast.

Rend me

Pull me from my fading husk, molting ever faster.

Lay bare my kernels beneath the shifting autumn sky,

A golden mural against the dark,

And judge finally the ripeness of my twilit hours.

Rake me

Cast out the rot which feasts upon my weakness, and allow me to be content in what is left.

Bathe me in understanding,

That gentle flame which scours mistruths from the soul,

And scrub from me the grit and dust of battle which stain my skin.

Release me

As the gentle night dawns, mother moon sings a lullaby over an empty field.

And as I fall apart beneath the shining eyes of an ancient sky, I come to realize

I have never been so whole.

#A Prayer to Autumn #raigash writing #poetry #original poem #self reflection #change

[raigash]

Magnolia

O wise and gentle magnolia, planted fast before me, I am humbled in your presence.

Teach me to be like you, oh resilient sentinel, unmoved in the strongest of calamities.

Your branches shift and dance, singing songs as the winds of time billow through your leaves. Your blossoms weep under the weight of those who would eat of their pollen.

And yet even so, your trunk stays firm, planted in the nourishing soul that gives you life, drinking from the water that hides miles below.

Share with me the stalwart energy that runs through your cells, boldens your grain, and I shall share with you my own. Impulsive and varied, I share with you the energy of motion.

How thirstily you seem to drink it in. You, who have never known the sweet taste of wandering. And how readily I accept your own, having never tasted the savory flavor of peace.

Hand to your bark, I feel the circuit complete, and begin anew all at once.

A bird takes flight from a bough nestled closely to your heart. You will never follow her to the sky.

But your leaves, the fruit of your love, shall scatter to the ends of the earth, to enriched the soil from which all else will come.

#my writing #raigash writing #poetry #ish #based on introspection #and a walk I took #stopping to rest beneath a tree #so much calmer than the night before