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, 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
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 excited to announce that my poem, Realization Dawns, is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
Realization Dawns
Breaking waves,
remind me of
breaking hearts,
in time
with the juxtaposition
of life’s myriad, and
frantically felt…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
PPhoto by Keith Misner on Unsplash
the tree climbs through my veins
a richness profane
like a sacred text masquerade
speaking to me of burnt amber
and a subtle and textured decanter
filled with life brimming within its core
Have you ever felt this kind of love before?
it’s just around the corner from here
in a field made from love gifted true
and as I kept watch, you grew
while the feelings ran through
like the magic already living inside of you
Photo by David_Do, 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
fireflies sparkle like dust
reminding me of dancing chimes
lingering in the sun
they arise like a wildflower in
bloom
can you imagine the fear consumed?
walking into the waves
as they come in
we bask in a love that has never been
while the taste of your scent fills the room
and I hear you call
from the moon
whispering to me softly
I gather my nerves
and walk straight into the moonlit curve
Photo by Victoria_Borodinova, Pixabay
from the tips of my fingers
to the tops of my toes
a flower sits
in repose
calling to me
dejected and forlorn
I compose
myself
and listen to the words whispered
forth
speaking to me of daffodil dreams
and peeks sanguine
in the distance
they seem
like a memory
of another time
when the love you brought to me
was something altogether different
than this fractured reverie
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
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