stamped and sealed

my emotions crumble, as the weight of the world
trembles

walking in the forest, I pick cherry pits from
the ceiling

and

loose the heavens upon my heart, with one wish
and prayer

I dare

to walk among the trees, and see faith in humanity

a dream

when worlds collide among egoistic travesties

crimson colored roses, remind me of bloodshed and
gore

in the moment

resting along the thorns, dreams leak from my eyes,
as arises

despise

while peace lives on the other side, in an envelope
of bliss

I send it along with my heart, stamped and sealed with a kiss


Sending all of my love and prayers to the people of Ukraine. We stand with you.


Photo by neelam279, Pixabay


#poetry, #ego, #heart, #humanity, #life, #love, #peace, #poem, #prayer, #solidarity, #ukraine, #violence, #war

Spillwords Author of the Month Update, and rhythm and sound

Spillwords Press, NYC

I am elated and honored to share with you that I was voted as the Spillwords Press Author of the Month of January and February!

I am deeply grateful to Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords for supporting my work; and deeply grateful to each of you for being here, supporting me, and being such wonderful friends. It is because of each of you that I am here today. You inspire me, and I appreciate each of you very much. Thank you!


rhythm and sound
walking along the ground, I stumbled,
and fell

happenings like this
tout a specific
rhythm

and sound, like walking amongst the
clouds

what confused me most then,
was not knowing โ€”

love
is derived from
within

took quite a few more stumbles, and
tumbles

among the trees,
the leaves,
and

all of the misery

to notice, the hand was always there, even
when on the
ground

I was already foundโ€ฆ


#poetry, #clarity, #community, #confusion, #found, #healing, #love, #nature, #pain, #poem, #spillwords-press, #thank-you

smoke and mirrors

wrath is misplaced, as are watching metaphors
dissipate

into smoke and mirrors, telegraphing you from
afar, trees become
me

as I stare into oblivion, violence becoming, nay,
letโ€™s stray, and instead
shelter

peace and love, along the hills we keep running

tips touching, lingering effects take shape, and
into our hearts
stars, and
galaxies

we place, with zeal and frenzy, calling you home,
nested in a heart-shaped
abode

named after you and me, loveโ€™s alcove


Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay


#poetry, #healing, #heart, #home, #illusion, #life, #love, #nature, #pain, #peace, #poem, #reality, #romance