Poems by Mary Ellen Pittsley



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Storm tossed,
winds of change
hails shadows
of doubt.

Darkens the light,
the brightest light
which shines
within to see.

Deciphering,
and sorting,
facts between fiction
of what I know.

Grasping
encapsulated truths
acumulated overtime.
held in reserves, in mind.

Needing all resources
of past lessons learned.
vital lifelines,
to keep this ship afloat.
FALL BACK

lapse in time
momentary amnesia

a fool's heart
suddenly blind

faulty recollections
time after time

reality obscured
lies denied

stirring clarity
of what I see

backslide down
into muddy waters

drowning in
disillusionment

what never was
or ever will be

back to start
all over again
Theorem of Hope

my shattered heart clings
to the supposition
of you and I,
complimentary
to the sum of two;
I've declared
the lines equidistant.

you're cleverly politic
examining the fears I carry,
binding cautiously
the broken pieces of my soul,
keeping me safe
within the optical of your
unpretentious storm.
 Forced To Consider

The dark night of the soul
forces us to consider our situation
to feel the dark material
out of which a spark arises;

being the god within us
our wounds begin to heal
we see things
we could not see

this dark discovery
of roots and cellars,
are equally important
equally divine

it is the pulling apart of meaning
so that mystery
can be revealed
life can eventually move

in its own time
in its own way
we find faith
and hope

the other half of who we are
comes into view,
and through the dark night's
we become complete.
      Enough said
 
     Silence shouts
     when your heart
     cannot speak…

silence has the loudest voice, shouting accusations and shooting condemnation. Its best attack is that I can't argue, explain or defend myself. Because silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute. The words are unspoken. And yet it communicates so much. It's so profound, so loud, and so far, that it fills you like an unbroken hum. So soft, yet as far-reaching and clear as a star.
Mary Ellen Pittsley
2008

                             
Looking For My voice

In the nakedness of truth
I stand before you
not knowing
the destruction
I may cause
upon myself
with these few words
still I must tell you
 for fear
I'll never brave
the chance again
to say...

I love you.
                                  

In the days of you, / the sun shined bright, / my heart warmed / by love... // A fools recollection, / believing your light / would always / be... // no more / my garden thrives

                                                                                                               Our life is all about choices and how we make them. We hold so much in our minds, hearts and hands. The preciousness of something is an opinion. My most valuable item could be a pebble I found on the beach one unforgettable day. My choice would be to remember that day as a good memory and leave out the bad. When there is something you hold dear to your heart, perhaps  it is because it reminds you of the happiest moment in the darkest period of your life, and it may as well be so.

Letting go of a past can be bittersweet...    		                                                                                                                     

Letting go of a past can be bittersweet...

Dark Nights


The dark night of the soul
forces us to consider our situation
to feel the dark material
out of which a spark arises

being the god within us
our wounds begin to heal
we see things
we could not see

this dark discovery
of roots and cellars
are equally important
equally divine

it is the pulling apart of meaning
so that mystery
can be revealed
life can eventually move

in its own time
in its own way
we find faith
rediscover hope

the other half of who we are
comes into view,
and through the dark night's
we become complete.
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