Look at me, my pages are written in gold thread
and bound by the ancient skin of my past.
My library wails in whispers of conspiracy and truths –
of desire so outcast it finds itself homeless;
carrying life upon its shelled back
turtling its way between crowds of ears
too muff’d to care or to listen.
Look at me, my story is the grand facade
of my penniless home.
My memories spill like curtains
from the sills of these eyes
into lobeless tunnels where I chase for tails;
that I will to capture for a moment’s audience –
a re-telling no soul might ever stay its ground to hear;
my name on this leathered spine
not enticement enough to be considered.
Look at me, my tounge-pen dribbles with needled letters.
My lips foreplay with top-stitched finery,
archiving yesterdays in self-distress like ageing wine;
and all its silence
slipping beneath the presser foot where it cannot be remembered;
where the archives it declines to embroider
fondle themselves alone in knots
to ravish to the last my unheard
and anonymous remains.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 2 February 2023
By and by,
the past, it passes –
through peering glasses:
pregnant pauses never lasting
Every vanished thrill
on a windowed sill,
shadows casting mimes
as long will live the passion
– hungry –
fuelling moments full to brim
Just as quick, another morning
dawning – time to pass
and kill; murder
just another constant,
one more loss on
sudden whim as
whereupon man solders on
to play the night another song
for day by day we carry on
to pass another past
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 October, 2017
The key to one’s future is accepting the past one locks away.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 19 September, 2011
“When one spends copious amounts of energy expelling another from the once near position of attachment in some form, one simply wastes such momentous opportunity to benefit from that link between the two individuals of whom the separation is now being deliberately forced; for the partnership of the two, through the joining of their combined past, is key to the reason for one’s present growth and potential path in one’s own re-mapped future – and no amount of erasure can blind one from the inclusion in another’s history.”
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 5 March, 2011