Poetry and Prose by Author of #1 Amazon New Release, Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, Spillwords Press Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, and Monthly Contributor to MasticadoresIndia/USA, 2022.
The gift of love that you gave burgeoned in my heart its roots anchoring my unsteady life calming all my inner turmoil
the pain of your sudden abandonment left me bereft and alone. Yet, I stand tall butterflies flit by, ignoring me yet I know in the spring when I am done with mourning clothed in new leaves self-love will resurrect me with the ashes of pain swept away I will then attract fireflies.
Asleep in her chrysalis, Small and insignificant, She’s waiting, Hesitating, Unsure where she fits in. Her dreams ebb and flow, Gentle and slow; Desire and longing Lie obscured in the mist. She’s safe in this womb, Her cozy cocoon, Where no judgments can drift. But life teems all around: The scents and the sounds, Meter and rhyme forming verses sublime– She breaks free and takes wing. Adrift on a breeze, She spies the nectar she needs; Vast fields of inspiration Fill her heart with elation. Now proud and unafraid, Her emotions are displayed On the outside. No more pseudonyms And no need to hide– She’s finally at peace Inside her own skin.
They bloom with vibes as grapes drive on vines, butterflies welcome their seasons in species, My blood celebrate me.
But, when blooms derail when transitions cut off maturity, and my blood betrays me, Can l announce to denounce ? Can any type fit in tighter than ‘A’? Denouncing it is denouncing self and soul denouncing it is denouncing my nature.
As healing rains fall with water and fire to take us higher, so do l prepare for the smooth, the rough and tough turns, even for the never hoped for, to be at peace with pains, For no other can hide my heartaches in smiles than myself, for Sorrow is a perfect Picture of Love in progress.
It’s the winter sunshine Pale and just warm enough The tangy smell of citrus fruit Warms my nostrils with anticipation Lime and lemons Oranges and kinoes The perfect accompaniments To the afternoon sun in winters Sitting partly in shade, a little in the sun I enjoy our futile debates on theology and politics The memories stay forever in my mind Winter sun, citrus and your invigorating company.
I am pleased to announce that my poem, Plum Trees, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support and for publishing this piece.
plum trees always take my breath away
as in their shade, we play with notions of hope and trust
and a little bit of the magic seen within the last bunch…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!