Nicole Surginer is a poet from the small town of Bastrop, Texas. She is inspired to write by her love for nature’s enchantment, a fascination with the power of raw, intense emotion and a desire to create beauty with words. She has been published in Tuck Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Indiana Voice Journal, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, and Sick Lit Magazine, with pending works in the Contemporary Poets Facebook group anthology, “Dandelion in a vase of roses". Love by Poetry I read the essence of you into the centrum of my being Your words clung there Enticing my hungry heart To feast on the beauty Of your heartbeat bleeds Genuine thoughts painting Brilliance across the page I breath the fragrance Of your prodigious mind Revel in the rhythm Of your spirit’s song As you skillfully strum chords of my passion’s strings I taste the sweet flavor of affinity as I feel the allure of your soul laid honestly bare Void I fight the sickening tilt of a maddened world as I slide recklessly from familiarity’s axis into bizarre lands an eternity from home I wade wildly through fields of half dreams scattered through trails of inverse realities where I have not seen the sun nor moon Time and distance are vague entities Emptiness fills the air in her bitter taste I stumble onward in blind desperation falling between aberrations empty spaces I long to hear the resonance of my hearts voice calling to me through meaninglessness exactly where I left her when I awoke unwitting before my nightmares end For she is the what remains when all is lost Beating wildly with my entire world grasped tightly in her pulsing fist Dirt Road It always was the loveliest road Unaltered by asphalt and paint I relished it’s natural clay-color Sun glistening on shiny rocks Pot holes as road maps Playfully winding a secret path leading where my lover sat awaiting our secret rendezvous Beneath her faithful shade She stood tall, true as time Sheltering us in Auburn charm As we dreamt the day away Drunk on effortless conversation Smooth as my lips on your neck Exploration taking course Warmth the sun has never felt The scent of passion and fresh earth Crunching of leaves beneath me The dancing light in your eyes How my heart skipped a beat When you held my hand I still walk this lovely road To sit beneath this timeless tree I trace my fingers along the ridges Her bark still wears your name Time finds me sitting here alone Holding this bag of empty promises Sparrow Song She is but a single sparrow in the vastness of sky; A speckle in the masses. Worms of the earth, sustenance of life, she carries in her beak. The weight of her planet burdens her wings Yet she is driven Her purpose prevails Nurturer of nests Bearer of beauty She does not falter In the screaming wind Nor the pelting rain She shakes the water from her wings, Warms her feathers in the sun and charms the violet sky in her essence Dauntless in her smallness Shaken In horror I wake shuddering Fear strips the air from my lungs I am jolted from repressions oblivion Desperately, I brace for impact Time races like a speeding train vibrating the earth beneath my feet For just a moment I beg, time to catch my breath My head spins uncontrollably The deafening pounding of my heart! Trembling, I frantically struggle to steady myself Stumbling back through the darkness in my mind Tethered and worn the seams unravel Seeping through the cracks of my sanity, the bitter stagnance of reality rushes in I look upon the ghastly face of my hearts truth
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