I am so pleased to announce that my poem, empty nest, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
empty nest
the pain comes to me in the afternoon
as I sit in front of the tree
meant for you and me
I cannot hide from the tears inside
they well up
and finally, come forth…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Layers, Pixabay
pain arises when I’m folded
and tired
of resting my head on the wind
I often wonder about nature
and the canopies of gold so thin
and lush
they come to me
when I’m anxiety ridden
and flush from within
a heart, I have
in the moon
with as many cracks and crevices too
Can you see them reflected back at you?
I can too.
they are blue, with marigold hues
a rainbow of colors
and images
reminding me of our youth
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I take trips back and forth up the mountain
while relegating
the misery I feel, like a pin drop
of blood
after the storm stops
I watch
the sunrise
over my heart of flowers
atop
our bed of petals and pearls
made from
loves most tranquil and delicate fibers
surreal
stitched
in the early morning, and
weaved with the fabric of our present glory
these two hearts, believe
in all they see
especially when pain arises
with the most pressing need
Photo by InsaneArtist, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, poplar seed, 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.
poplar seed
the apple orchard
lives along the shadows
of a love that lingers
sometimes in the gallows
of a destiny told to me
once upon a story made…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by habunman, Pixabay
I stir the pain and promise
of another day
living amongst the calmest tides, and
between thin wispy clouds
I await
the love within this shroud
knowing the pain delivered is filled with gold
hues
and ambiguity among truths
birthed
within the mountains cold
and dark, living inside me a mark
filled with the void of time
sung from my fingertips, to the
mountain tops
I slip
into a reverie and cannot exist
a moment longer
than is needed
I withdraw
and await the heeded, love
I hope
to carry me into the gates of my beloved
where love’s already been seeded
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
When I learned last month that Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women was open to submissions from all sexes, I chose to submit two poems written specifically for this wonderful collection.
I am honored to announce that my two poems were accepted. I’m also excited to inform you about a WIH event on June 4.
From the Editor, Gabriela Marie Milton:
https://twitter.com/i/spaces/1lDxLLreevkxm
That is 7 am PT (USA) for those on the west coast. I will be there and hope to see you there too.
I am also honored to announce that my poem, Hidden Inside, was nominated for May Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press. Whereas all of the poems I write have deep meaning to me, this poem is deeper than most.
As some of you know, there was a time when I was disconnected from my intention and all of the gifts that the connection to one’s heart entails.
It’s been a long time since that time, yet emotions still arise from that part of my life, as it was traumatic and very difficult.
It makes the nomination for my poem, Hidden Inside, more profound for me.
I would be honored if you would go here and vote. Voting closes on 5/29. Thank you!
splashes of lilac dance across the sky
in tune with my heart denied
as aspects of you
hide
under the suffering moon
and, as it all takes root
I dance across tree limbs
looking for a commonplace to loom
in my quest
to understand the me, in you
Photo by Prawny, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, helios of pain, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
helios of pain
birds fly through the sky
as in my heart, our love always resides
flittering
and mistaking a beat or two
for a remedy made of oranges that are blue…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by ractapopulous, Pixabay
I see love in you, and the sky blue
wishing upon a falling star
true
I wonder
about nature
and the love living inside my mind
though, this time
I relegate love to another line
of hope, as it lingers in the air
like mist carrying the sun
within its moist, and ever so toiled
breath, I dare
to challenge the moon, breaking apart
my heart
none
can prepare me for the agony
of life’s darkness
to me, each morning renewed
with starkness, so
I run, and run, and run, and, then
Stop.
and, wait at the end of the sun
where arises something new
as I reach out my hand toward you
Photo by cargirl2b, Pixabay
You.
It’s always been, given to me once
at the precipice of a love
filled with tales
grim
and others’ riding the backs of whales
I listen for you in the nightshade
of a heart asundered
by the mere mention of your name in pale
and indigo fibers
filled with stitched together riders
their hearts, gold through and through
just like the love I feel for you
A moment.
I pause to breathe
and exhale the scent of jasmine
realizing you’ve come to me in time
with the music I hear, for two, everytime to my heart
nearer, are
You.
Photo by Mona Eendra on Unsplash
painted hills and magenta skies
call to me
to see
all that I once believed
as lollipops arise in your eyes
a special place in my heart
they do reside
inside
the love that goes out with the tide
and mingles with the salt and stone
a guide unknown
to those that know, a place called home
Photo by jennyfriedrichs, Pixabay
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