I am so pleased to announce that my poem, The Brilliance of Life, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Another big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their support, and for publishing this piece.
The Brilliance of Life
My heart breaks
with every
breath I take,
and though
I’ll keep moving,
there are times when
I just sit still,
and let the emotions
wash over me…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I stared
at the screen,
and nothing came
forward,
until
a whisper
of something
quite different
came flying by,
in pure insistence
unannounced
at the time,
was this tiny flicker
of insight,
waiting to be seen
on just
the right night
feeling
first,
is how it works
a stirring,
awaiting
recognition,
as it
makes its way
to the floor outside
our open hearts door
knocking
for entry, realizing
we’re retreating,
it waits,
wonders, and
all the while
saunters,
back and forth
pacing,
and relishing
in the journey
at our hearts very core
sending
messages unheard,
unseen,
yet felt
by those
with the ability
to be free
from constricted sense-
abilities
arising
more,
while numbness
subsides,
resulting in
a most fantastic
grin,
which I adore
ages
come and go,
yet,
wherever
we do travel,
human beings
on this planet
know one thing
for sure
open hearts
have healed
for ages, and
will continue to
far past the time
when
we’ve left this plane
forevermore
I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.
Have a beautiful week, everyone.
friends
connected through
pain and pleasure
they are
far from fair-weather
In response to the WDYS #92 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
my feet
feel the grass
beneath me,
and inside, I
smile secretly,
and think
about the next scene
together,
joined forever, like
two lovers,
first met, when
they were young
enough to remember,
the next phase instead
of a memory
of something else,
harkening back
not so gently,
to the first time
you came into view,
and I fled
from
your embrace,
altogether longing,
yet, I just kept running,
thinking too much,
feeling not enough, and
making way on my own
shrill and stuffed
from the voluminous
calamities
that filled my mind,
and are impossible,
at times,
to deny,
and,
never
ever
to rewind,
nor find
lost, and
bleak
as it may seem
on my inner-screen,
I get up again,
let the tears come
as they may, pray,
and ask for
forgiveness each day
life is lived
inside of
you and me,
and when
we need to scream,
it’s all okay, as
the feelings come
whether
we want
them to or not,
and, in fact,
resisting,
only makes them
persist
until we’re grown
working
through them
though?
is another
story
all its own,
filled with hope
and, the glory shown
something always
draws me
to the page,
sort of like
a moth to a flame
tiny flickering
of insight,
ignites within,
and we’re off
on a whim
Yiruma’s,
Sunset Bird
playing
on my headset,
least I forget
the inspiration
that lives on…
in this
beautiful worlds
shedding
of blessings
all-around,
which,
we can see
when we
stay present,
sound,
and
grounded
in the reality
we know
is there, even if,
and when,
we are
unawares
it’s lovely
to contemplate
our existence
on this
planet spinning
through space
round,
and,
round
we go, where
will we stop,
nobody truly knows,
yet,
there
is a knowing,
for you and I,
if we
silently abide
in
that
which we feel
on the
loneliest of nights
chilled
to the bone,
with no hand
to hold
but our own
and, even
then,
my dear friends,
know,
you are
not alone,
in this galaxy
far from
space,
as the human
connection
we share
is anything
but commonplace
each
has
their own gift
to shed,
and when
exposed to the light,
it is truly
beyond compare,
and, oh, so bright
there, there,
then,
on those
lonely nights,
we all have them,
fear, and fright,
abound,
yet
what’s
truly astounding,
is the feeling
I get when I’m
connected within,
and, to
all my friends,
and, yes,
that’s you
reading this
before
you’re off to bed
a lullaby
for you instead
sleep well,
my
dear ones,
and never forget,
time is always there,
and we are
never, ever,
second best,
only ever truly blessed
