the flowers speak to me, through the trees, as
they caress the wind so lovingly, and
offer us a glimpse of what love
could beโฆ
nature advances past circumstance,
a human mind, relegated to
the back
beyond chance, and
destinies untoward advance
of a love
talked about for ages,
lived by sages, and ordinary folks
of all stagesโฆ
just like you and me, whispering through
the trees, past the winds, and to the
flowers kin, relating
the love
we feel withinโฆ
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I fell through the mirror once, and on the other side,
was you, hands clasped, and folded
neatly, you did always keep me
completely,
and
as
flowers fell from the sky, you gently made your way forward,
took my hand in yours, and then, the
question of my existence
spreadโฆ
arising in mind, the answer flooding my heart, as love
blossomed like the sun, retiring me to your
awaiting arms
the resonance, now,
wonโฆ
Photo by akirEVarga, Pixabay
I walked through the door once, and into a different land
entirely, sky full of blood, torn in two, it was
a wonder
to feel
the
loss at the center of the vacuumโฆ
thoughts racing, with a heart rendering love, an afterglow
cast,
inside my
chest breathing
fast, and then,
in from the gloom
came you, sure-footed, with a love the size of the moon,
dispelling the shadows in heart and mind,
you did always remind me
of the aliveness
living inside of moments
won
as great clarity did come, and you and I settled in
for an
afternoon
under the sunโฆ
Photo by Couleur, Pixabay
a candlelight vigil, dispelling the darkness, in times
crucial, heart and hearth roam free, as we
settle into the
nature of
our
persistence, understanding more, let compassion soar
into the unknown, as we prepare for
another year
bestowed
we know not
what
comes,
yet faith can
guide us from
the shadows,
and into
the
glory of each moment, taking the time to smell
the flowers, and feel the breeze caress
our hearts gently
as we unleash the power of love from the tips
of our fingers, to the tops of
every tower, for
it is in
this
insistence,
we carry love forward
to assist,
in our collective existenceโฆ.
In response to the WDYS #114 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!
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gifts under the tree, it seems like some kind of land in-
between, known and not, itโs as if
youโve come from afar,
and
dropped
the love you feel in aspects hearted, they are dreams
displayed with love, and a misty-eyed cavalcade
imparted
ribbons
held together,
just right,
the fit
tight,
with
much light,
swirling in a vacuum
of delightโฆand
a tender-loving kindness, with a whole lot of rich-textured
sentimental(ness)
bestowed
before
we
go, and
take flight
leaving behind our hearts packaged in love, bright, on this
most glorious
nightโฆ
In response to the WDYS #113 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Jonathan Borba @ Pixels
I am excited to share my poem, I gently wish upon a star, which is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Though this is my last poem of the year with MasticadoresIndia, I am very excited about being a regular monthly contributor next year. Thank you again to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
I gently wish upon a star
heartaches, reminding me of earthquakes,
experienced in between the lines,
moving past mistakes
of a life, this life, lived in moments unsure,
and in others, grown taller
than the applewood trees flowersโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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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.
Image credit; Kellepics @ Pixabay
fingers trace the landscape, of a love once
beloved, just as the tree limbs speak
to me, of the dream
living inside
the breeze,
so
does
the gloom, remind me of lessons learned, from
the myriad pushes, and pulls,
orbiting around
the
sunsโ
moonโฆ
itโs as if the flowers were speaking to ancient
lands, bestowing their kindness
within, of the time,
sands
as
they continue to focus on our hearts, showing us
how to conjure up love, wildly,
while allowing our
souls
to
ignite nightlyโฆ
Photo by Hans, Pixabay
fingers outstretched through space, and time, deft clutch,
feeling so much, you were here,
now gone, yet the senses
still
tickle
with your touch
burning
with desire, loving from within, learning more about
the nature of reality
seen in your
skin
beauty holds me hard, while love blossoms like an
apple treeโฆheart, absorbing the
shards
and
giving me more moments, than the sun provides
in all of its bestowments
of
glory
a
story
of healing with the warmth kindled from years of patience,
now living, loving, and basking
in
the presence
of your radianceโฆ
Photo by wreco, Pixabay
flowers hang in the air, while, I, into the abyss
stare
at the memories, folded, with great care, lifting
them up in reverence
to the shadow
of
forgiveness, I
wander
along the road, searching for my home, knowing
little, feeling
a trifle
more
than
is simple, as the record spins, and the turntable
grins
at me, in retrospect, a lifeโs been given, shall I strive
in the midst
of
a
heartbreak โ it
loomsโฆ
yet
I move forward, carrying more, understanding less,
as the love in my heart,
forevermore,
bloomsโฆ
Photo by Briam-Cute, Pixabay
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