the sky’s canopy lives in my mind,
restless at any given moment,
yet with the blue
contained
inside
of
this torment, transformation occurs, giving
way to stars that line my veins,
and suns that linger
inside
my
eyes for days
it is
the nature
of life’s canopy
on display
within the heart of you and I, if
we learn to love the pain,
and give it
away
while refreshing ourselves in the sun and stars
of another day…
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
waves break over my heart, as
a realization
dawns
about the clouds
I’ve traveled near
and far
it’s as if the sky
has always
called
me
from the very
start
drawing me closer, I listen,
and learn about the
moisture
within my
veins
it was
always cloistered
yet clearing the pain kept at bay,
opens me up, like
the sky
after a torrential rain…
Photo by natureworks, Pixabay
There was a time when sandalwood dawned the day, I remember the blood and sweat, and all the fallen decay.
The night was darker than anyone’s remembrance of our plight. It was as if the sea had crested over the town, leaving in its wake, no sound.
A tinkling in the air was all that was left.
A regard for fairy’s, we used to jest.
In between the tall trees, and the grassy leaves, we spent the summer in midnight’s dream; and, just when I thought darkness might envelop the entire world, a kiss from you sent me toward the light, unfurled.
Emerging from beyond the dream, did we; as stars rained down, and we caught love, watching it bourgeon like the sun.
Do you remember, hon?
It was our first starry night, two lovers underneath a canopy of brilliance, their life barely begun.
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
dreams leak from my eyes, the
sun shall find
a way into my heart, cresting over
the canopy, love bourgeons
through the
limbs
lining the contour
with silver trim,
cascading over
the land
giving dreams a second chance,
they arrive in my
hands
and
outstretched
across the void of time, we,
for each other,
stand
letting light guide the way, a
flutter or two, takes
center
stage
as we let love parade…
Photo by lextotan, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, a love emboldened…, 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.
a love emboldened…
books with broken spines, reminds me of a time,
when pain was deeper, a love
inclined
towards the heavens, farther than can be seen, it’s
as if, we’ve always
believed…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by ELG21, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, under an open sun…, 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.
under an open sun…
I rise from the depths of the sea, surmising all
I’ve seen, in-between the pain handed down,
and the joy,
drowned
into
a special
place in my heart…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
amber clouds, with darkness traced, a
a silver lining placed, in your
heart and mine,
forever
and
beyond
time, they
move in the sky
uninhibited by
mind, collecting dreams
from children
playing on
the
shoreline
sand settled in heart, a complex emotion,
takes us
apart
one
piece at a time, as tears fall from images
held dear, and we
move on
past
fear, into
another land
completely
held with awe and esteem, are the sky’s dreams,
these patterns traced
in the sand
and
collected by hand, so
sweetly…
Photo by natureworks, Pixabay
humanity is like a dream, closing
in on me, feeling
cloaked
and
drowning on the tide, consciousness
fleeing with the setting
sun, and
the
beams
of falling love
raining mauve patterns
across my
mind
delivering reassurance of a kind, as
the sand in between my toes
reminds
me
of
a doe, as it flits across the field,
wandering into nature’s
scape
of a love, made real…
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
This past month I’ve begun preparing for the community garden, which will officially start in March. As you all know, I participated in a community garden last year, and it was a wonderful experience.
I’ve started to think about the veggies and flowers I want to grow, and have also started to collect cardboard, which will be used to cover the plot until it is seeded. The harvest last season was abundant, and I look forward to more fresh vegetables from the garden this year.
The boys are doing well, Jason is with his mom full-time, and will turn 18 this year; and, Justin is preparing for his internship, and last year at University. Amazing. These two boys, nay, men now, are the light of my life, and seeing them succeed in their individual endeavors fills my heart.
At work, we are preparing for the spring term schedule. We will have about 150 classes on offer, most of them will continue to be remote. We are also filling our Leadership Academies, and will begin to fill our Small Business Management classes in March.
Both of these training programs are excellent opportunities for local leaders and small business owners to be in critical conversations creating transformation within their lives and their businesses. So much fun.
As you know, I had a poem accepted at Spillwords Press this month. What you may not know, is that the poem, with all their scars, was trending as one of the top 3 poems the week it was published. This happened because of your unwavering support.
Many of you took the time to visit Spillwords and read and like the post. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You all mean the world to me, and your support is a blessing.
I also had four poems published this month in MasticadoresIndia and MasticadoresUSA, 2 poems in each respectively.
In case you missed them, here they are:
Another heartfelt thank you to all of you for visiting both the Masticadores sites and reading, liking, and commenting on my poems. It means a great deal to me.
I also have a few new things planned for the blog this year.
I will also submit poetry to new magazines and journals this year. I’ve actually already submitted to two, one of which is the Bangalore Review. I’m excited about these new publishing opportunities.
I’ve been doing the WDYS prompt for over a year-and-a-half now. It’s the only prompt I do on a regular basis, and is always fun. The WDYS prompt is created by Sadje, at Keep it Alive.
If you’ve never done the prompt, I invite you to visit Keep it Alive and take a look sometime. You might find it fun, as I do.
Alright, here is my response to the WDYS #118 prompt.
our heart’s love…
glasses set for two, the beauty in you,
I see too
a rose
tinted fragrance
wafts upon the shore
it is discord, and accord
both, a common
motion
of
this hearts healing contortions, as
pain racks the heart
and mind
two
becoming one
combined
in a
tale of
romance and
tragedy
we think and feel close…
loving,
while
wandering
a
tightrope
designed for those destined to love
the most, sending their
hearts out, into
the fields
they
go
spreading our heart’s love,
in repose…
As I get insights on any developmental topic, I always find avenues to share them with family, the team, and with all of you. They are shared via my poems, the A Blogger’s Diary series, and will also be shared here in this new series.
These developmental insights come as a product of my own internal development, and spending a large portion of the past 30 years in leadership and education.
This month, I’ve been reflecting upon overwhelm. Partly because I’ve been present to my own overwhelm, which comes and goes, and because I’ve been present to the team’s overwhelm, which also comes and goes.
Overwhelm as a concept and practice is simply a state of being overstimulated by our environments. These moments of overwhelm, sometimes last longer than we’d like. They are moments where our bodies are physiologically, psychologically, and sociologically, under more stress and this stress manifests in various ways for people.
For me, the most important thing to remember about overwhelm is that it comes and goes. It is a state of being, like most, which is transitory, yet, often, as human beings, we desire to hold onto these states, and do so unconsciously.
Yet, as we become more aware of our own overwhelm, we can make new choices. We can stop what we are doing, take a break, go for a walk, sit somewhere quiet and just breathe in and out.
It is very important to stop when overwhelmed. Stop what we are doing, and do something else. Sounds simple, and is quite simple. When we create the space to breathe, to do something different than we’ve been doing, we create a different response to our environment, and will get back a different reaction.
The next time you are overwhelmed, I invite you to stop what you are doing, and do something different, and see what you get back. You might be surprised.
Alright, that’s all for the January month in review.
I appreciate each and every one of you, send you my love, and wish you a blessed coming week.
I’ve seen you, the mirror bestood
the shelled husk, and
the ground spoke
in tones
musk
scent delivered, atmosphere tense,
boiling over imminent
as presence fills my being with a firmament,
languid colors
arise
it is
the nature
of everyone
to despise, yet
love is always there, hiding in the alcoves
of hearts and
minds
remove
the fragrance delivered,
and let love
reign
far,
and wide…
Photo by Gadini, Pixabay
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