I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Dance Away the Day, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Dance Away the Day
as a tear
escapes my eye,
I resist
even more,
not wanting
to face
the deluge
needing
to pour forth
gritting
my teeth…
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a broken land,
found in my dreams
distant, yet close to hand,
presence felt, matters not, as
everything stops…yet, the seas continue to
breathe in, and
hold my heart tight,
letting relations drop
when biting starts,
as a safe haven
draws stars upon
our collective scars, stored…as the wind
exhales deeply, and
infuses us, with
the love
we’ve all been waiting for…
I climb
from the sea, a
journey from underneath,
scraping, and crawling
toward my destiny,
I mind
the feelings
from the deep, as
they speak of love,
light, and the twisted return
of all that burns
me
from
beneath…as
spinning becomes relatable,
just like the tree tops
swaying in the winds dismay,
as they play together
in the midst
of all that’s lovingly displayed
for you and me,
on this most gorgeous day…
seeing brokenness
within, without,
and everywhere about, I shout
at the sky…everywhere, I fly…
emotions high,
and the depths, deep, and dry
as spinning begins,
and the trees look at me
with a silent grin, speaking
of something I’ve missed, I stop…
digress…pause, and breathe life in…
slowing down now, I see
the moonlight cascade
off the tree, and, just then,
something else stirs from within
full of tears, and ready
to begin…this pool
of light glistens
off a reservoir,
felt, yet never been called
to sit in…while
the
moment
stretches out
to the east,
and west again…and
head meets heart
for the first time,
they bond together just fine…as
love blossoms,
they align,
and
time melts into the sublime…
broken wings,
soft and evergreen,
mended,
with the everlastingness
of the sun’s rays,
dancing yellow, and green, they seem
to heal
from
upside down,
as the pain is turned
inside out, and cleaned throughout…
cascading light,
wishing upon a star
from afar, yet
closer, than realization dawns
as the candle drops,
and, hints…by
speaking in
a language of love
forever kissed, I must admit
your scent lingers
in the air,
fair, as memories
become closer to me
than the breath of you near, and
in this instance,
brokenness becomes
something
altogether witnessed
as love
shines forth, and
we become more,
than you and I
have ever experienced…
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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, something altogether unbelievable, 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.
something altogether unbelievable
the iridescent
lamp
casts a shadow
over the carnage
seen, within the myriad
of moments
taken away from me…
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I am super excited to announce that my poem, Smolder Now and Forever, is now available at Spillwords Press. I big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
Smolder Now and Forever
gazing,
and praising
the reality
you see,
while
knowing
the broken
bits of ember
are aflame
again…
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the tree grows taller, and
sometimes I feel smaller
than life as it manifests before me
moments like these
come and go, we know,
and yet, as they arise,
we continually strive…
to know
the answers, yet,
will we remember to abide…
instead
of fighting
against the current
we feel inside, let it subside
and know,
this energy
will carry us
toward
our final destination, a ride
for the ages
are we not all sages?
I know not, yet
won’t let the conversation
drop, because
it’s not
about dropping,
or stopping, more learning
to love
more than your heart
has ever known
the capacity for…becoming
like the flowers,
and the trees, did
you know they speak of thee…
every day, watching
as we run around
limiting what we see,
within this dream
yet, we speak, and, they see…
instead, maybe,
feel free, and just be…
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sometimes,
the words just come
forward, flowing
through my heart, and
head, and
onto the page you’ve read
and, at other times,
it’s as if the page
you’ve read,
has never been said…
contemplations like these,
remind me
of the love we feel,
easy, coming, and going,
like the seasons,
as we continue running…
here, and then gone,
a whisper,
soft and kindled
with love and care,
we wonder
where they’ve always been, and
foundered, yes,
at times, still
try as we might,
forcing the issue
will only lead
to more isolation,
frustration,
and eager anticipation…
yet,
when we can
reside in the heart,
and realize the words, and love,
will come in their time,
just like we’ve always
understood they would
we create
a new space,
filled with light,
and faith in growing,
because we’ve been showing
our heart
to the world, and
as we slow down,
and recognize this proof,
we become one
with our hearts inner truth
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hand-in-hand,
we traipse this land,
passing by trees, and foliage
as we glide,
together, one step
in front of the other…
we hold
within our hearts
a special place
for our mother, and
look up
with adoration,
a sense of satisfaction,
and the most gentle elation
as the light
cascades softly
off the trees,
through the glade,
and in front of me, and
I see,
and feel free…
as the warmth
caresses my being
in its entirety, I say
a silent prayer, and
give thanks
on this day,
for this moment
of time alone with my mother
oh, how deeply I love her…
In response to the WDYS #100 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; James Wheeler @ Unsplash
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