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!
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
the sky bleeds
each day,
renewing
itself in its journey,
which, yes,
is sometimes
frayed around
the edges, and is also
pure warmth
in its acceptance
of
a knowing
we hold
deep inside,
which,
reminds us to
look
to the sky, in
times of worry,
knowing we shall
see all of ourselves
in the glory we behold
on an early morning
sun rising,
golden delight,
washing the daytime
woes away,
with a single brushstroke
of warmth,
and rays,
filling the volumes
of our souls
with an everlasting
energy, and healing presence,
especially when
we are
feeling sad, and
so diminished
so,
when we
are quaking, and
in need of safety,
remember,
to look up, and
allow the light
to enter
your heart,
and
wash away
all the fears that
we continue to
hold dear
fine grains of sand
nestled together,
like peas in a bed,
or you and me
in our stead
contemplation
magical
is the way life
comes and goes,
and ready’s us
for the next stage
in our show
hard loving, and
living, take their
toll, as we begin
to notice
as time slows
us down
and we ready
ourselves,
for another part
of the larger parcel,
weaved together before
our eyes ever sparkled
stitches woven
with great care,
we cherish each one
in their place,
as we touch the
velvetiness
of their grace, which
lives in
our inner
heart-space
and spells, and
feels like,
anything, and
everything, but
commonplace
I love to stare off
into the distance, and
witness the birth,
and newness of each
moment,
arising, sometimes
disguising,
and always, always,
mesmerizing
me, while
also
moving me
from deep within,
to another place
and time, and
rejoining me
with
all my kin
beyond hope,
and fear, a land
full of dreams, which
comes and goes, as quick
as my heart beats thin
slowly dancing
to each moments
memory, and
the scope
of our collective hope
transfigured,
I realize these moments
last an eternity,
as the leaves
cascade down
from their mast
and, I
cast
my eyes beyond
the horizon, breathe
in deep,
and thank everyone,
and everything
around me
for the solitude,
and joyousness
I feel at last
I would be honored if you would visit Spillwords and read, and or, reread my poem, The Moments Prose, thank you.
Have you ever lost a love
so close,
it’s left you spinning,
and in need
of a heart to slow?
It’s as if you tucked
this love away….
You can read the rest of The Moments Prose, here. Thank you again, my friends.
