Amelia Viner Amelia Viner

Black

In the dark

senses sharpen

pores awaken

pupils expand

 

In the dark

flavor is richer

blue is bolder

slow is wiser

 

When the sun sets

we will remember

 

that night is when

we light a fire

We tell brave stories

of women and men

who held the torches

and lead us away

 

from the who

the where

the how and

the when

From the forms

afraid of the dark

 

From the hell

the torture

And what

could have been

the final fade

of our days

 

It is always in

the ink of the night

where the real

shows itself

on the page

 

When the sun sets

we will remember

 

that the absence of light

and the absence of color

were never

one and the same

 

 

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Amelia Viner Amelia Viner

Hinge

She said let yourself be shattered
and I couldn't understand why
I felt flattered, flattened
and relieved at the same time

start with what you see
start with what you know
throw your old stacks
singe them
Grow

So I disrobe my loads in droves
shed relics, old memos
I scan for miscast maybes
purging all proof of pause
I inspect the form's armor
fling beliefs and safeguards

Let yourself be shattered
Feel the breaks and blows!
Abandon your demon's glamour
Ride with the tow!

I face straight ahead
to be sure it doesn't slow
watching the haze scuttle
and heave as it goes

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Amelia Viner Amelia Viner

While You Were Gone

While you were gone

I climbed mount everest
I jumped out of an airplane at full speed
I made chocolate from scratch
I bought a pet monkey

This is to say-
While you were gone
I ascended the mountain of questions
which lead to the summit of change
I witnessed the earth from a distant sky
and jumped without sign of a landing strip

This is to say
While you were gone

I felt what it is to know the thrill
of taking a long awaited risk
I savored the sweet
of quiet solo time
I didn't let the fear
of going at it alone
turn me against
this ever evolving
mighty playful
heart


And while we're here
Let me say-
Sometimes
metaphor is the departure
An invitation to pack up and go
To ride into the great unknown

And other times
And other times
metaphor is returning home
after a freewheeling ride
In the great unknown
 

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