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
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green, purple, and blue,
they all remind me of something
new
clouds hanging behind the sun,
while the hunter rises
to the tops of the crisp autumn
morn
a cascading effect —
hope
lingers on my breath,
while present is this indigo
aspect
combined with lavender,
an aura coming out from behind
the moon
they are all products of the love
living inside of me
and you
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I was elated last week when Dagmara K from Spillwords Press sent me a request for an interview. There were 12 questions, which were a lot of fun to reflect upon and to answer.
Thank you to Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords Press for the interview opportunity. It was an honor and a pleasure to participate in this experience.
And.
Thank you again to all of you for continuing to support me and for your friendship. You all mean the world to me.
You can read the Interview Q&A here.
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the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks
flowers not yet weeping
seeds buried deep
awaiting the stars signal
to start creeping
toward the light on the other side
where crimson colored apples
and white-washed cotton candy
fill the skies
they are the seeds
made out of the kindest touch
and a whole lot of hope and love
A shorter version of this poem is also available on Twitter.
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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, The Moon’s Lullaby, 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 Moon’s Lullaby
moon night, I shine,
bottomless love is divine…
I had a conversation with the moon once. It was long ago, during a mist-covered evening, I was feeling quite lonely, and out of the ordinary. That evening the moon shined brighter than I’d ever seen.
It did almost feel like…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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my emotions crumble, as the weight of the world
trembles
walking in the forest, I pick cherry pits from
the ceiling
and
loose the heavens upon my heart, with one wish
and prayer
I dare
to walk among the trees, and see faith in humanity
a dream
when worlds collide among egoistic travesties
crimson colored roses, remind me of bloodshed and
gore
in the moment
resting along the thorns, dreams leak from my eyes,
as arises
despise
while peace lives on the other side, in an envelope
of bliss
I send it along with my heart, stamped and sealed with a kiss
Sending all of my love and prayers to the people of Ukraine. We stand with you.
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wrath is misplaced, as are watching metaphors
dissipate
into smoke and mirrors, telegraphing you from
afar, trees become
me
as I stare into oblivion, violence becoming, nay,
let’s stray, and instead
shelter
peace and love, along the hills we keep running
tips touching, lingering effects take shape, and
into our hearts
stars, and
galaxies
we place, with zeal and frenzy, calling you home,
nested in a heart-shaped
abode
named after you and me, love’s alcove
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trees drip with cinnamon wisps, as
cardinal points tug at
my heart
directing me toward the riverfront
while walking along the sand, beneath
my feet, pebbles
stand
reminding
me of diamonds
encrusted with love,
made of dreams from above
they poke and prod, feelings shod, while
reminiscence floods
my mind
and I let love go by…
wafting in the
stream, I continue to
believe
in the love —
I’ll forever be…
Photo by romansolar, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, running through the flowers, 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.
running through the flowers
the road unfolds along a dirt abode, where travelers
come together seeking
shelter
from
the
storm
rising with the sun, learning more in the afternoon
glow, hints of colors so…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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I am so pleased to announce that my poem, still breathing you in…, 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.
still breathing you in…
the last time I saw you, Coltrane was spinning,
and there was this feeling, a rose in your
hair,
cunning, and
fair
while music billowed out, raspy, deep sounds filtering
throughout,
and…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by RichardMc, Pixabay
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