Winter’s Embrace

Winter’s cold embrace
shrouds the ground in frost
lifeless limbs reach for desolate skies
as the winds sweep my memories clean.
Memories of sun kissed skin
brushing lips to lips
taunting and teasing
never-ending desire and want.
Today I stand
barren ice scapes where my heart use to be
lost and alone
not understanding
what I did to drive you away.
Glaciers slowly encase my heart
hardening it into stone
chisels and hammers will never again dent
the cage around my soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 18/17
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The Last Time

The last time we made love
you swore she was done
her name erased from your tongue.
No longer did she have a claim
you swore,
only I could hold the keys to your heart.
Please explain to me
why you murmur her name
in the dead of the night
as I lay next to you?
Please tell me again
how she knows the man that you are
the one that
I have beaten to death?
How my desperation for love
for total acceptance
has dominated
and eroded our story to this bitter end.
The last time we made love
you swore up and down
that she was
but a memory.
The last time we made love
you stared at me in horror
as once more,
I made you mine.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 16/17

Long Distance Love Affair

My tears become the stars in the sky

lighting your way.

My dreams become the songs your play

to stay awake.

Each mile takes you further away

and I am scared,

we will never meet again.

Tempted to run after you

to throw caution to the wind

to proclaim aloud the way I feel

and not to dread…..

Dread the rejection

fear the pain

I cannot speak these words.

My tongue bound with silver threads

my soul bound in an iron cage

my heart bound with brambled thorns

to keep me safe and sound.

Every mile becomes a lifetime

driving us further apart

and the whispered promises

of I’ll be back

fades to black as the curtain falls to a close

on this long distance love affair.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

 November 15/17

Deceptions Throne

Seated upon a throne of lies
brought to be
through the desperate desires of others
seeking a righteous change.
Voices raised in violent rape
shattering the illusions
of choice and freedom
turning back the hands of time.
Stand beneath the booming clock
unsure of which way to turn;
hesitant to accept the whispered promises
of the heaven to come…
if only you repent.
Repent of free thought
repent of opinions shared
repent of confidence
repent of all that is human.
OR
See him as he is:
Seated upon a decaying throne,
grasping talons
shredding silken dreams
silencing the screams of the devout.
The truth has been shown to the faithful
to those who demanded his ways.
Now they see that they are still what they always were,
food for the rich to prey.
Hell’s fires burn victorious and bright
tinting the world in a crimson red
and he shall bring about
the end of times,
so the prophecy has foretold.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Nov 11/17

Chained

I know it is so hard to hear

that I am doing just fine

without you in my life.

That no longer do tears fly

as I sort through these memories

that you always scorned.

I know that this fact

is going to scorch your ego

as you see me reaching high

never again to be dreamless.

I found the curving pathway,

the spiral staircase 

I need to climb

so I can again find joy.

No more will I be enslaved,

powerless beneath your gaze.

I shall fly high 

on the currents above

dipping and soaring with glee

nevermore to be chained at your feet.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Nov. 10/17

Chained

I know it is so hard to hear

that I am doing just fine

without you in my life.

That no longer do tears fly

as I sort through these memories

that you always scorned.

I know that this fact

is going to scorch your ego

as you see me reaching high

never again to be dreamless.

I found the curving pathway,

the spiral staircase 

I need to climb

so I can again find joy.

No more will I be enslaved,

powerless beneath your gaze.

I shall fly high 

on the currents above

dipping and soaring with glee

nevermore to be chained at your feet.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Nov. 10/17

Are we in love?2

Are we in love?

Every day I ask myself this
as I look at your picture.

Are we in love?

What I feel,
it sits on the back shelf
dusty and tired
like an antique candlestick;
as everyone forgets how it lead the way.
Burnished bright,
it longs to shine
but I cannot bring it forth
for I cannot make a claim
at this time.
My heart it has been attacked
time and time again
until never shall I allow it free
for fear of the pain it will bring to me.
I love you.
I adore you.
But the words will not be spoken.
Not from my lips
to your ears,
for I could not shoulder dark desolation
when you did not return the favor.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 9/17