grass seed reminds me of
the inevitability
of time
skipping through fields, dusty
and wheat filled
as I grow through the earth’s crust, learning
I’m just enough
of the magic living inside the moon’s cusp
relating to me, another aspect
of the you
I see
it comes to me
while I lean into the garden of being
and transcend the pain I’ve been feeling
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, the sweetest nectar, 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.
the sweetest nectar
with the wind at my back
I relax
and
sit inside all the glory before me
the blooming flowers
and the resplendent arches on the trees
as they hang with the most delicious…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by mythuatungdungsla, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Moon’s Dust, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Moon’s Dust
drips drop from the top of a
stopwatch
as the minutes until we meet cascade
over my heart
watching the fear depart
say you’ll love me until the last act of the art…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
stones fall from my eyes
holding my breath, I try
to understand the fields of sorrow
before me
while the image of you lingers in the streams
of tumbleweed
we’ve deemed, a point in the past that seems
like a memory, in between
the one, two, and three tests that come on fast
while I continue to hold my last breath
fear begins to arise
a swelling and butterfly sensation in times of trepidation cries
as I finally exhale a sigh
and the love within me begins to fly
In response to the WDYS #130 prompt, from Keep it Alive by Sadje
First photo by 3569616, Pixabay
Second photo by Matt Barringer, Unsplash
roses fill the sky
with the fragrance of the tide
as petals sing to the moon
under the canopy of our afternoon
know
there’s always been a piece of me in you
a mirror or two
reflects back our love
while we climb the ladder of chaos
still embossed
with an evening of frost
as we set off
on a journey to reclaim our love lost
Photo by G4889166 , Pixabay
life breathes through my pores
like the rain in an afternoon of prose
written just before bedtime
while the love within me shines
through my heart and onto the page
with a vibrancy that is beyond
the stage
set from the past, while relations come to pass
I learn
to lean into the marigolds rising
like the masses
while learning more about my past transgressions
and the love that lives inside the ashes
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
purple colors fill the sky
a mixture of violet and lavender
like tears that have dried
they crumble through my pores
leaking a love that’s lived through more
than this man can define
the last time I faced these truths
I cried and cried
yet
knowing this truth today
my fear subsides
and sits in my heart
where love always resides
Photo by Prawny, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cloudless drifter, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cloudless drifter
oranges and limes fill the sky
a scent reminiscent of another time
when love was like a drop of candy in the winter
and the fields were dusty
a cloudless drifter…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by prettysleepy1, Pixabay
white blossoms fill the trees
they make me believe
in the stars that glisten from the leaves
it’s hard sometimes to find intrigue
among the violins playing in the rain
they sip the wind
while bursting with notes wide and thin
a series of flashes begets the sky
bringing me present
to all the gifts we’ve been given over time
while I wrestle with the love inside
knowing
you’ll always be here
even when I hide
you’ll call for me
as the wind subsides
Photo by Pezibear, Pixabay
Recently, David, of The Skeptic’s Kaddish launched an initiative called, Poetry Partners. It is an amazing initiative, which invites poets to submit a poem, and then David writes a response poem. I contemplated a poem to send to David for some time, and then finally did about a month ago.
Here is the poem I sent to David.
a lining of silver
I sit atop a tower, looking down
at the flowers briar,
calling to me at all hours
it is
beauty
seen
in
the myriad contours and folds of life’s road —
gold
and shining in the afternoon sun,
watching from afar,
they run
frolicking in nature’s bounty, like slivers
of dust, the night away,
they wash
as the
clouds hang
onto the love
they feel within
gathering
up our tears, a lining of silver
remains
thin
delivering back the tears collected,
delight spreads across the
land
as our tears seed
hope and love
inside
the
flowers briar once again
Now, here is David’s poem in response to my poem.
A crystalline by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’
An arrogant little man looked
out upon glowing sunflower fields.
If their lovely soul wouldn’t bow,
he’d simply be forced to Dehull her.
“Forward! Bring that fucking bitch to me!”
Soldiers marched, tanks rolled; rockets flew.
But the flowers resisted and stood
tall against the might of his troops.
‘Grind them down!’ he shouted, enraged,
‘Press forward! We shall Extract our price!’
Tears flowed forth from the flowers, but
they would not succumb to the Crude man.
Then, as though born of silver tears,
a Refined lady rose from their midst.
The train of her golden gown trailed
behind her, as she strode through the fields.
Thick clouds, hanging onto the love
they felt within, gathered up the tears.
“True hope,” the gentlewoman declared,
“shan’t be defeated by hubris.”
Deliberately, she stepped forward,
unfazed by the bullets, and beamed.
Thank you again to David for partnering with me on this amazing collaboration. What fun!
Photo associated with a lining of silver by Layers, Pixabay
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