I am super excited to announce that my poem, with all their scars, is now available at Spillwords Press. I big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
with all their scars
they say, life
is a performance
of sorts, played out
on the background of
perceived solidity
young children,
learning quickly…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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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 vacuum…
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 sun…
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 existence….
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, it’s as if
you’ve 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 delight…and
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
night…
In response to the WDYS #113 from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Jonathan Borba @ Pixels
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 dare…
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
prayer…
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
suns’
moon…
it’s 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 nightly…
Photo by Hans, Pixabay
heartbreaks are full of rain, and the setting sun,
is just the same, as senseless tragedies,
they came
knocking at our door, waiting, and watching
for us to bring the
thrum
of a life lived underneath the trim, and drum
of absence embroiled, and
shunned
weeping like the flowers on a midsummer morn,
we call to the heavens, wanting to know
more
about the reasons existence pulls the chains and
chords, while we fight against our inner-
discord…as
remembering seems like an eternity, we draw
on every piece of light left available, and
take it all in,
keeping
the
flame of hope and love alive, as we abide, and
continue to unwind
time
now…resting easy in our hearts and minds….
Photo by MabelAmber, Pixabay
a cabin retreat, along a placid lake, tucked in-
between the mountain pass,
a valley covered
in shadows
and
amid the sky, entranced…
mirror images, advance, wanting to be one,
breathing into the same intelligence,
not seen, only ever
present
to
the sheen, and magnificence of this moment,
taking in the splendor we’re
afforded
we allow our hearts to open, as love is displayed
so generously to everyone,
awarded…
In response to the WDYS#109 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Pixabay (free images)
heart opening up to new realities,
I see much more today than any other day,
when dismay was more present, the gifts all around,
did sway
in the breeze gently, head down, furious pace,
lost, and wondering where to turn about…
looking up, the sky always tried to offer solace,
and a way to stay
keeping the pain at bay,
and as
clarity dawned, after much work on heart,
and many tears did
pour forth
cleaning and cleansing all the broken parts,
offering a healing in the light, when at its darkest
was the night
a shining, there was, and meet it, I did, where
time stops, and we’re present to all we’ve done,
and give thanks to
a heart filled with love, that always was…
Photo by geralt, Pixabay
the key fits the lock just right, as it did
on that fateful night, when we first met,
feeling free
were we
to explore, understanding our hearts’ galore,
combined
that first step, in a multifaceted romance,
with
deep feelings lasting centuries, unbound, limitless,
and grounded in a love,
bleeding
found under a field of compassion, where flowers
grow tall, and their hearts sprout everything,
no doubt
nay
resoluteness, replaced all doubt, and what did sprout,
was tender as a supple branch, blowing
in the afternoon breeze
and, as I reach for my keys one last time, I reminisce on all
the love we felt within, and know
time will move on
yet what will remain is the key just the same,
the one we used to unlock years
of passionate embrace
and a love that was sweet, like sugar cane…
In response to the WDYS#108 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Photomix company @ Pixabay
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