Children of Zephyr
The children of the Goddess of the Western Wind. I know it’s a God of the most gentle wind but I changed it to a mother. With her children love,desire and longing.. it seems sad at end but it’s actually a happy poem where she loves love and understands it.. she isn’t speaking like she won’t love again.
These children are alive and well
But they are not mine.
No I walked out and thought did I not already say again never?
Yet The west wind Zephyr
Blew through unexpected and delayed
Giving each a reason to with me stay.
And here I am, managing the day
Don’t you know I know.
I see, I hear, I breathe.
I agree, I mirror, I seethe.
I grieve, I fear, I need.
Yes I do these things of course
Not to anyone else’s eyes
But I also
Understand, with tear, I bleed
Only to
Believe, I clear, to receive.
And those eyes here now upon these words.
Eyes peeled
Nothing is as it seems
Go to sleep in waking dreams
smile I through the beauty
I do not cry into the earth hoping to water a auspicious growth
That will one day make a tree
The poison branch did not understand the sea.
So I have planted another seed
And from it hangs all I’ve ever wished to be and bring
Putting pleasure in the sting
Summer fall winter spring
I upon my hand a ring
That promises me the ever knowing
That I am known to the others
Far beyond the veil.
That I need not another soul
I need not ever tell
Until someone wishes to know
Me further
Until then my silence poured in to soft oil
To blossom upon the soil
I have like a snake recoiled into a warm embrace
And under the sun stretched out under its caressing rays.
Hands like the sun to hold me by the waist.
But I love such lips that kiss slowly and upon each place
That The moon already knows how to trace
For the moon already knows my face
The sun can even blind the blinded grace.
So well that Zephyr knew I must do take
These children and understand each name.
Eros, we know so well.
We have all been under such a spell.
But did we know how to balance the scales?
Yes, He is quite confusing for I myself have fell
Far under the laughter and tears of his name.
His brother Himeros is much more serious
He’s all want and and show and tell
He wants what he cannot have and then once he gets it wants something else
With the same fiery need as the last
It does not any good to chastise
He will crave until he gets a taste
He wants the bigger the smaller any size
And if he doesn’t he won’t cry
But simply sneak until he gets his prize
Yet the drops it seeing the next
Even if the last then died
He desires his next goal as if the last wasn’t there with the hungriest of eyes.
He can give you quite the scare
If he thinks you do not care
But he must be taught to just be fair
He’s the one to take the dare
If it’s upon the top of the stairs
He would be the first to beat you there.
But he can fall harder than anyone else
Yet only cries until he seeks his warmth
After flying around like the child he is all bare.
Then looking into the eyes of the elderest
Or at least his face would tell you so.
Pothos he does not but cry and every small thing done a blow
To his quiet thoughtful soul
All these children seem to know something I do not
But this one hold he such a hole
Inside himself, taking such a human toll
I cannot stop the tears that creep from my eyes
As I feel his deep and painful unreachable goal
That Himeros wants and gets
And then forgets
Pothos will stare at forever yet never attain, forever in the cold
He longs and desires and loves all his siblings names
And In pain and shame he will not attain
I can’t even make him see he needs not the place in a painting, in the frame
But he looks upon a place he’s never seen
And needs it so much that
I feel I must need the same
His little soul ever needing what Himeros wants his little stomach and body, physically, empty felt
Never a thought in mind or feeling in heart only craving or hed melt
Eros his heart full of love
having and spreading never full, never empty but always felt
No matter, Loving, bug or kitten before him knelt
With the same as he would his own mother
But Pothos with his little soul almost not there anymore
For each thing he has lost left a hole
And he’s missed it since he first crossed the bloody shoal
WithIn the sea of life lived by the undying immortal
Longer than any
Is this child’s childhood
Gripped with the same need we have all so fast withstood
Compared to such a soul
Ours must be very shallow and misunderstood
But it’s true they all mean good
Without each life would need not maybe, could or should
Their lives gripped an eternity only a third so lived
Zephyr cannot leave them here anymore
For children they are not
But the timeless pangs and joys that love of all kinds bring
They sing
fly in and out of your life
I very much know love and it’s ugly sibling strife
The lifted feelings of such
And the dark within its touch the desire and want that turns the body warm
And cheeks red
And when gone scorches the soul into all that’s dead
Watching from a window
A scene of such beauty
That you’ll cry that it exists longing and hating it hold not what you so miss.
I have very little energy to give
For make me do they to
remember
From January into December what life ive lived and yet to live
Some blossoms in life so small but their beauty too beautiful to forgive
While all the rest speak apologies that life is full of dying moments
to full of sorrows to relive.
—C.R.Stanger
2024
I came back to read and I am actually very very happy with... that last few lines.. hm good to me ..Put it down in 34 min. So it’s likely unpolished.. strange little poem outside my realm of my type but not the genre or metaphor which mythology of course. It’s raining out and I just started writing. I love raining days curled up in bed.
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