Where Fires Glow (a poem)

Posted on 06/24/2018 by Wanda S. Paryla | Leave a comment

WHERE FIRES GLOW

I was swinging to and fro
Hair flying
Laughing out loud
Barbaric is my memory

Devil’s on the playground
Here to erase my afflictions
God turned his back on me a long time ago
Now I live where the fires glow

Back and forth my memory rages
I struggle to keep my eyes shut
I need to stay where the fires glow
Let me rest in peaceful flame

Bottomless and salty
Protection from truths
Is the pit of the damned
Where the fires glow

Some voices, they urge me
Face your slave masters
But the fires beg me
Cover your eyes for sanity

Devil holds me
Gently in his arms
God’s gone, sweet child
So stay here where the fires glow

The fires
Avengers of my ravaged goodness
I know that I’m safe nowhere
But where the fires glow

The Crime of a Life Sentence (another excerpt)

Posted on 04/19/2016 by Wanda S. Paryla | Leave a comment

*Currently untitled poem*

I was swinging

Hair flying

Laughing to myself

Memory running wild

Devil’s on the playground

Here to erase my woes

God turned his back on me

Now I live where the fires glow

Back and forth

My memory goes

I struggle to keep my eyes shut

I need to live where the fires glow

Let me stay in peaceful dream

Bottomless and salty

The pitt of the damned

Where the fires glow

Some voices, they urge me

Face your slave master

But the fires beg me

Cover your eyes for sanity

Devil, he holds me

Gently in his arms

God’s gone, sweet child

So stay here, where the fires glow

The fires

Avengers of my goodness and dignity

I’m safe nowhere

Where the fires don’t glow

The Crime of a Life Sentence (excerpt)

Posted on 11/30/2015 by Wanda S. Paryla | Leave a comment

Hello there!

Please enjoy this excerpt from my book-in-progress of original poetry, tentatively titled The Crime of a Life Sentence. As mentioned in my previous blog, the publication dates of this work as well as the sequel to Someday Always Comes – The Devil Plays Dice – have been pushed into 2017. I am expecting to publish this particular book April 2017.

The poems in this book have been written over many, many years and when I post an excerpt some will have the original copyright dates.

(Please find the link to my previous blog below this post – I’ve inserted one and there’s the link back under this post if my link doesn’t work.)

CRYING AT MIDDAY

Crying at midday
I cannot find the right words to say
What I feel is lost

Staring into space
I recall another time with grace
What I feel is lost

My heart breaks in two
Heart bounded by the tragedy of you
What I feel is lost

I strive to not see
Myself and you surrounded by defeat
What I feel is lost

FALLTIDE

Mysterious sounds creeping
While ravens call weeping
And wait on bare branch swaying

Triangle-eyed, round pumpkins smile wide
Cats use shadows to hide
Orange light seeping out bright

And crackling fires warm the eve
While crisp, crackles the leaves
Fall’s arrived; Winter’s nearby

The Devil Plays Dice – excerpt