Exclusive: Western Voices, 2020: Edited by Scott Thomas Outlar
Bio: Mysti S. Milwee is an International
and award-winning poet, writer, screenwriter, and synesthesia artist (paints to
music), from Southside, AL USA. Her works have appeared in over 1,500
publications, and has been used for academic and ministry programs across the
globe. She is the editor of her journal Sequoyah Cherokee River Journal/Blog (www.sequoyahcherokeeriverjournal.wordpress.com).
She is the “Poet Laureate” of Fire Eagle Ministries. She serves as an
International Art Ambassador, and is the recipient of the 2020 International
Artist of the Year, 2020 Global Arts & Humanities Award, and is the
recipient of the 2020 Best Screenplay Award (“The Loner”).
Visit her page at www.mystismilwee.wordpress.com
Three Hour Seep
I hear the kettle
whistle,
but yet my thoughts
linger -
deepening,
as my mind stirs
and brews another
weeping story of
somber and
solidarity;
picturesque views
through the kitchen
window,
to feel the wisdom
seeping -
into my skin, darkening
from the brew
that filled my lines
of age;
three hours felt like
three years weeping,
filling the cup
with dark secrets,
and darkened rings
to stain my heart
with something
bitter and tart.
Prisms of Thought
Reflections in faces,
you see existence.
Some faces are similar,
equal, and of parallel
rectilinear figures, whose
sides are parallelograms.
Spectrum of light, surfaces
on faces who feel the
moods flowing through
thoughts of transparency.
The voice separates from
white light into color form.
Hues of yellows and blues,
infusion into mind to
parallel the faces
of existence;
reflecting
refracting
infusing
dimensional existence.
Transparent voices
shows its faces in
light.
Angled thoughts bounce
into the light,
shaking hands with
heaven and harmony.
Faces glow, effervescently.
Objects in the eyes
speak existence,
premonitions and
prisms of thought.
Shades of Sincerity
Traveling in transparency,
my heart beats fluidly
with reality -
a promise of existence,
pricking my finger
to show blood and faith
that trickles downward;
a journey of existence
and wisdom;
shades solidify in the
green pastures, a foundation
of what life is to me,
what life is built upon,
blessed be;
where the light meets
the shadows of beauty -
honesty, realism and
shades of quality,
a vision in my mind
of where faith begins
and the shadow of fear
ends;
where butterflies flutter
and life exists in the air
of my soul -
the equality of sincerity
in my soul feeds the
heavens, where halos glow
effervescently in the
dawn of the morning
dew,
sincerely
waving an aura
of
hallelujah into hearts,
left shaded.
A beacon of hope for humanity
