Venus
Orbiting around a dead sun
Sensing there is no revival for a lonely one
Whose decisions have convinced them there is no one
To reignite the sun
Not a star not a comet not a miracle
Closed heart
Insisting they were born to play the part of a
Dead planet
You did not plan it
You allowed it
The sun surrendered to being swallowed
Lives to wallow
And shame others for offering
Love
Now your source is
Higher than a pedestal
Other planets revolve around your withdrawal
You have made it seem so holy
To not love
To show love as a service
So that
Your ash can have meaning
Being sought out becomes your reason
To feel anything
Venus pauses
Space traffic jam
Venus knows her hand
Her purpose
Reviving dead planets is not on her scrolls
Away from lifeless loveless souls she rolls
Death is contagious
Imagine Earth without romance
Imagine Earthlings just feeling bad
Because the sun won’t shine on them
Turns its back
Blames their worship on
Venus
Then runs back
To its aimless orbit
Guided by the split
Of its heart
The sun grew dark
Lights up as Narcissus to its reflection in the abyss
Considering its grandeur all that is it
Higher than a pedestal hiding itself from the desired kiss
Of Venus
Icarus, unwise, aimed for a ride on a blazing sight
Venus has mind
Has time
To stay alive
Continue beaming onto beings who are seek find give stay open to receiving
FEELINGS
The sun
Makes others squint and seek shade from its eclipse
You’d think
A star was before you
You learn
A wound is before you
Disguised as a guide toward warm healing
Recognized as Ice in comfort with its bleeding scab
A dead sun feeding hungry ones growing to the tales of a broken one seeking
repair from new birthed ones only to become
Their sunburn.
Venus turns
Conjuncts with those whose souls dance on volcanoes who like it hot who melt
the cold who neon enlighten ocean floors
Venus Aflame
Remains her source
Remains on course
There is no revolution if the solution is a distraction
Forget the attraction
Magnets exist
As do opposites
Venus shifts
The dead sun drifts
As it seeks to forget it exists
The sun is dangerous
Seeking worship
Darkened by its very existence
Its insistence
To be brighter to attract the brightest to have the highest
Altar
The sun falters and dries out waters
Venus, with her overflowing cup
Shines
On
Happily Ever After.
****** Additional Muse : theyellowhairedgirl
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.
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