The trees have ruddy cheeks after a season of heavy drinking, but as rays and rains retreat, a skeletal hand beckons me to lie in shadow below my favorite tulip tree, amidst the signature pattern of DNA forestry.
If I escape into unknown dark, a place sunlight can never hold, will knowledge be bestowed from the underside of limb and branch? I duck and take a chance, besides enlightenment never trickles. It is always avalanche.
The bark, a sort of braille, is a hidden language, and by touching it we speak, myself and ancient tulip tree, sharing spells through silent system, wrinkled body โgainst wrinkled hand. Is that not real wisdom?
The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.โs poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.
A golden butterfly lurks in dark passageways where walls never age. Gloomy ivory green leaves gleam in dark as the never old, and always immortal butterfly kisses the feet of rose petals; that are shackled to the past of the known and the Unknowns. Butterfly dances on her feet, as the first snow of the year melts the memory of him; holding her hand on the roughest day of 2016. A pink laughter lies to her eyes. Pain engulfs the joy that was never hers. Irony lies in her lies, time slices the old wounds open. Pain and love compromises on the edge of void of tarnished dreams. The butterfly dies at an untimely hour and she thus rises from the ashes of past.
The butterfly effect was inspired by the poemButterfly Love. You can read more of Komaljeetโs poetry at flavoured poetry.
Submissions for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration are officially closed. Please stay tuned for an update on Sunday, 10/16.Thank you
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Coal Dust, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Coal Dust
diamond-like resilience made from coal dust
and a little bit of luck from the sun
creates flowers blooming in the garden of my heart
I trustโฆ
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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, poplar seed, 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.
poplar seed
the apple orchard lives along the shadows of a love that lingers
sometimes in the gallows
of a destiny told to me once upon a story madeโฆ
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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, oblivionโs mistโฆ, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
oblivionโs mistโฆ
words cut from stone, it is your love shown, resplendent and full of life, calling me, it does, twice
once before time began to run, like the riversโฆ
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the city slumbers, while the giant, along, lumbers, taking respite, when, in times of trouble, the mechanical birds, circle in the air, speeding more than is, a trifle, fair
spreading wings of love onto the land, protecting the visage of the wear and tear, it is the darkness prepared, and the light responding if they dareโฆ
battle imminent, patrons vigilant, while across the land, warriors gather, battle plans scrawled, even as some drawl and make the last call
needed, as love and light prepare, some scared, others ready for the nights, and the heights of desperation bared to
each soul everywhere, they take formation, gathering under the wings of justice, let ourselves stay present to the life-affirming sustenance
of the land, and within it, the love of our hearts, together, sheltered, as we whisper, this, our final prayerโฆ
In response to the WDYS #112 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.