Poetry
Our experiences and our feelings are the only things we truly own
Give them a voice
They will emerge through art and transform into wisdom
Clouds
Memories are like clouds... Drifting silently...
Some breaking apart, fragmenting into little islands
Others merging... Blurring together... becoming the same
Within the lifetime of an afternoon... they dissipate into the evening mist
And the only thing that I am left with - Is the fact that I was there
Cold & Windy Nights
to my brother, from your twin...
I remember those cold & windy nights so long ago
We were children, yet we felt so old
Past memories were ignited
They sparked and glowed from each breath we took
We sought Magic in mundane suburbia,
Fireflies and enchantment
It was always an adventure that year
We called to the Moon from atop the Rock
Dreams and visions were inspired, Premonitions heeded
On those cold and windy nights,
When we were children, so long ago
A Vampire of Another Color
She climbs over their drained bodies that are turning to dust
In search of new horizons ....
She licks the blood off her lips
Little is known about the succubus - other than she is a demon
But what is a demon - other than an addiction?
Beverly, Reflections of Me
March 17,1991 for Stephen King's "IT"
A lonely child - not so lonely with the company of 6
The Leader, the Mouth, the Shy One, the Dreamer, the Scout and the Brain,
Friends to die for
All for one... one for all
Pure intent... unblemished Love
Stick together, Fight the World, Fight the Others, Fight IT
United by your body in a baptism of blood
7 palms cut... Indian Ritual
A circle of intertwined hands - bonded forever
Kick back those drinks, try to forget adulthood's pain
Remembering that you love each one of those men
La Luna
Eternal Guardian
Giver of visions, receiver of dreams
You fill me with the power of life
The light gives way to dark...
Panic and Madness swell up like the ocean's tides
So powerful, I try to stand... they push me down
I am not the proud invincible beast howling with the wind at your glory
I am a cowering child clawing the Earth
My heart welling up with endless screams
Not of rapture, but of pain
But this too shall pass
Like all of your phases
And I shall feel your ecstasy once more...
If I just ride out the storm
Ring Of Smoke
His blood.... a crimson fire
Covering my body, burning deep in my soul
Teasing me with his promises... Torturing me with his absence
To embrace him... to love him
Is to realize that there is no turning back from walking the path of damned
I am forever bound by his ring of smoke
(1994)
For Security
...when he told me he was going to marry her, It reminded me of myself years earlier....
A prostitute of circumstance
I traded my body, gave up my name
For security
Investing with empty words and good intentions
Constructing a fortress with monthly payments and gift wrapped dreams of the future
For Security
(1994)
Our experiences and our feelings are the only things we truly own
Give them a voice
They will emerge through art and transform into wisdom
Clouds
Memories are like clouds... Drifting silently...
Some breaking apart, fragmenting into little islands
Others merging... Blurring together... becoming the same
Within the lifetime of an afternoon... they dissipate into the evening mist
And the only thing that I am left with - Is the fact that I was there
Cold & Windy Nights
to my brother, from your twin...
I remember those cold & windy nights so long ago
We were children, yet we felt so old
Past memories were ignited
They sparked and glowed from each breath we took
We sought Magic in mundane suburbia,
Fireflies and enchantment
It was always an adventure that year
We called to the Moon from atop the Rock
Dreams and visions were inspired, Premonitions heeded
On those cold and windy nights,
When we were children, so long ago
A Vampire of Another Color
She climbs over their drained bodies that are turning to dust
In search of new horizons ....
She licks the blood off her lips
Little is known about the succubus - other than she is a demon
But what is a demon - other than an addiction?
Beverly, Reflections of Me
March 17,1991 for Stephen King's "IT"
A lonely child - not so lonely with the company of 6
The Leader, the Mouth, the Shy One, the Dreamer, the Scout and the Brain,
Friends to die for
All for one... one for all
Pure intent... unblemished Love
Stick together, Fight the World, Fight the Others, Fight IT
United by your body in a baptism of blood
7 palms cut... Indian Ritual
A circle of intertwined hands - bonded forever
Kick back those drinks, try to forget adulthood's pain
Remembering that you love each one of those men
La Luna
Eternal Guardian
Giver of visions, receiver of dreams
You fill me with the power of life
The light gives way to dark...
Panic and Madness swell up like the ocean's tides
So powerful, I try to stand... they push me down
I am not the proud invincible beast howling with the wind at your glory
I am a cowering child clawing the Earth
My heart welling up with endless screams
Not of rapture, but of pain
But this too shall pass
Like all of your phases
And I shall feel your ecstasy once more...
If I just ride out the storm
Ring Of Smoke
His blood.... a crimson fire
Covering my body, burning deep in my soul
Teasing me with his promises... Torturing me with his absence
To embrace him... to love him
Is to realize that there is no turning back from walking the path of damned
I am forever bound by his ring of smoke
(1994)
For Security
...when he told me he was going to marry her, It reminded me of myself years earlier....
A prostitute of circumstance
I traded my body, gave up my name
For security
Investing with empty words and good intentions
Constructing a fortress with monthly payments and gift wrapped dreams of the future
For Security
(1994)
Drowning Sorrows
Memories past cloud your eyes
The sins of others Who have failed to see The beauty of your soul
I see it clearly, and it shines... Don't destroy what I long to hold
Illusion
Like a reflection upon the water
The image I swore was my own
I reach out to touch you...to love you
And you are gone
(1994)
In The Club
I escape to the stall
Blinded by white florescence
Deafened by thundering walls
I am numb
Nothing exists... but my arm
The dark void swallows me
So warm,
so soft,
so silent,
You can hear a needle drop
In the Mirror
5-15-95
I am cursed - Forever at the mercy of a lunatic
Selfish, obsessive wretch - Her pleasure is my pain
I lie awake - unable to sleep
Listening to her longing...her obsession... her desire unfulfilled
I try to distract her
Still - she finds me
Teasing me with her touch - Making me walk her path
I can't escape her insane ravings - Her warped perception
I shall never be free.....
Mt. Auburn in November
11 - 12- 1994 ........ RCH
I feel no pain ... I scream ... I laugh.
My soul elated
I am in love again
Dancing along the edge of the tower - Whipped by the icy wind and I adore it
Wrestling in piles of leaves
Surrounded by Death, I emerge... Reborn
I am a child again
Fascinated by carvings, by sculpture - These monuments Heaven-bound
Born out of the need for immortality
Their beauty holds my soul captive
A willing prisoner I am
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Auburn_Cemetery
Sun Temple
Surrounded by glaring white pillars, Laid out on a marble slab
My wrists slashed and bleeding, In the temple of my familiar
Ghosts swim past glassy, dying eyes
Like clouds in the vast blue sky
I await resurrection
(1994)
Ancient Rite
July 19, 1992
My universe is within the arms around me
Pounding heartbeat - hard on against my back
I fall on my knees to worship God
Taste the dark ocean that is Goddess
Take her power inside you
Madly ... obsessively ... you dive repeatedly 'til you drown
She gives birth to Heaven with her screams
the above poems previously published on poetry.com
Speechless
7-13-92
Words cannot express my feelings
But the need to express them is overpowering
Emotion so deep, so unreal, like a dream
Sometimes so real, it’s the only way it can be
Copyright ©2006 Elisabeth Mari Coppola
Remnants of logs in the dark night
I want to dive deep into the red-hot coals, the soft powdery gray ash
Tunnel my way through the glowing depths
Tempesta de la Terra
Intention - She carves prayers into the earth
Red rock canyon
Eagle soars
Gazing up - blinded by brilliance
Shifting of wings - Seraphim revealed
Eyes flash lightning - throat utters thunder
A canvas of Chameleon skin - Sky transforms from blue to black
Earthbound – she screams
Arms outstretched in the fury
Rain - Spattering on ebon feathers
Blurring her etchings
Wind - hearing her cry extends his hand
Long talon fingers encircle her wrists
Ascension
12-11-2009