the moon swings into view
as the relations of me become you
wandering no more, I implore
you from the dance floor
a chore
among the rabble we’ve come to adore
wondering about the nature of love lost
in between the songs sung and hung on the door
Can you imagine the depths of the seas mi amor?
I can too.
know they remind me of just how much I love you
Photo by Gudi, Pixabay
roses fill the sky
with the fragrance of the tide
as petals sing to the moon
under the canopy of our afternoon
know
there’s always been a piece of me in you
a mirror or two
reflects back our love
while we climb the ladder of chaos
still embossed
with an evening of frost
as we set off
on a journey to reclaim our love lost
Photo by G4889166 , Pixabay
walking into misery, watching it unfold, it envelops me
like a cloak, I
drown from within, you were just here, how could
it have been…understanding loses meaning,
as heart breaks into a thousand
pieces
shattering like glass, spreading out through the air,
diamond bits rest in my chest, throat stuck,
tongue thick, with
a mind
blinking
into
a
mist…
traveling back in time, unavailable, so will settle
on memories lying dormant
in mind, and
heart
though
they
do
tell the story of your love, divined
deep as the ocean is wide, you did your best, while
dealing with your pain
like a mime
and, while goodbyes are unnecessary, I would like to tell
you how much I love you,
one last
time…
Photo by Nicholas_Demetriades, Pixabay
Recently, I was invited to be a regular contributor to MasticadoresIndia. I have accepted this invitation, and am very excited about this new opportunity. I would like to thank Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia, for thinking of me, inviting me to be a regular contributor, and always supporting my work. I am honored.
Here is an excerpt, of the first of two poems that will be published this month at MasticadoresIndia.
may this song be sung
tears are like open wounds
that never lie, on that, we can rely
and, try as we might
we are never truly sure,
only ever, may we relish in the fervor
of yesterday’s delight, pushing us further…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by PiotrZakrzewski, Pixabay
in times of great distress, I call to the wind,
a friend, and constant companion when times are
grim
less known than before, part of the paradoxical
nature of love and loss,
shown
as part of a life lived
in its myriad fabrics and textures, feeling them with zeal,
I reel, and find a home in all
that’s real…
no hiding, now exposed, raw, vulnerable, and ready
to let go
of the pain, and sorrow, and simply sit in the magnificence
of love in all its shapes, and sizes,
bestowed…
I am at the Oregon coast this weekend, and it is beautiful. The above pic and poem were inspired by my time here, which I always treasure. Growing up by the ocean was a gift, and now living relatively close to the ocean once again fills my heart. Wishing you all a beautifully blessed Sunday, and coming week.
apart, a distance kept, past regret,
and other mysterious combinations of lives lived
instead
the love of a lifetime, and beyond all lifelines,
blossoms, as we touch the sky, with hearts filled with
love and joy
once, we bid adieu, not knowing whether our paths
would cross again, we, two
souls separated by circumstance, now fly high,
transparency by design, seeing each other
for the first time, we rely, and
cross the crowded city center, enter each
others arms, hold close, as the
stars align
and we kiss time goodbye….
In response to the WDYS#106 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Gennaro Leonardi @ Pixabay
complications
abound
when we tarry,
our heads splitting
with fever
and shame’s
carry
unable
to turn on our
heart’s light,
feeling
the movement
of the breeze,
becomes agony
of the senses, as
we plead with everyone
we see,
and yet, we
still
silently believe
in something
grander,
larger than
this life
still, we cannot
grasp the
meaning,
due to
all the past,
and,
present fraught
we’ve been taught
even the future
abounds
with calamities
in our
mind’s eye,
detailed out, with
immense
feelings of
our own creation
yet,
in that silence
created long ago,
hidden
from view
for a generation
or two
a movement
rebounds,
strikes a chord,
seemingly distant,
and, right at our
very door
and,
just like that
a kindling
of some other
kind
is ignited,
takes flame,
and becomes
a beacon
for another day
the tree sways
in the wind,
just as the life
we live comes to
bear on all our sins
past mistakes,
felt deep within,
often shunned,
in favor of a wide-
eyed grin
hiding the story
we’ve kept
bottled up,
and locked tight
away
from imaginings
of another day
we dig deep
into those fields
of amber,
and recollected
memories
of all our patterns
excavating them
one at a time,
we relish each moment,
even though,
we are present
to the pain conveyed
radiating from
the center,
shuttering, and
quaking from all
our errors
splitting time
in two,
past
meets present
in a dance of
healing, and
a whole lot of feeling
calmly,
we breathe
through the pain,
and realize
it’s just another day
one at a time,
now,
we prepare
ourselves
for a lullaby,
and to our
dismay, we
wave
goodbye
If you’ve not yet checked out Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, well, you can now order it online. Here’s where you can find it:
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houses made
of straw, and
fortresses,
created
on the shifting
sands of time,
without knowing
of another relevant
offering.
ensues,
instability,
during,
the most
prestigious
journey,
of a life lived, of
love known,
and loss
betrothed.
wedded,
hand-in-hand,
we search for reasons,
contemplate
the faltering, and
fight
the quell
on the inside.
battling back,
we retrace
our steps,
and begin to create
new foundations,
one brick at
a time;
laying them
one upon another,
in a fantastic
lattice,
of love
and honor.
If you’ve not yet checked out Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, well, you can now order it online. Here’s where you can find it:
Paperback-
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/9390817455
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/9390817455
Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/9390817455
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Amazon IT: https://www.amazon.it/dp/9390817455
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Additionally, the coauthors of Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, are creating a space for people to send their sentiments to Astha’s family.
If you are interested, please add your sentiments to this form, thank you, and stay blessed.
Well, after the trip to Los Angeles, work was/is busier than ever. We are now planning for the Fall Term and are going to offer in-person classes for the first time in over 15 months. Wow. Excited and, well, somewhat nervous. Normal, of course.
Alright, let’s take a look at some reflections on my latest writing.
I’ve kept to my new blogging schedule, and it feels good. I enjoy having a couple of days off, where I can simply focus on seeing what all of you inspirational people are up to and writing about. Much fun.
I do have some leadership posts in mind, and have one on Servant Leadership that is just about completed, yet, am being so drawn to writing poetry right now, I don’t see those new leadership posts being published soon. However, who knows? Maybe, they’ll find their way into a post sooner than later.
I’ve been reflecting more upon compiling a poetry book, and will start to look into this soon. I am also a part of two new Anthologies, through True Dreamster, which I am also excited about, and will have more details about in the next few weeks.
As you all know, I am very honored to be a part of Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, which will be published soon through True Dreamster.
In my first post about Utmost Feelings, in last week’s A Blogger’s Diary post, Alec made a lovely comment about Astha, and asked if his sentiments could be passed along to Astha’s family.
I am glad to report this is now possible. If you are interested in sending your sentiments about Astha to Astha’s family, you will find a Google Form at the end of this post, and all of my future posts for, well, I don’t know how long. For a while anyway. Thank you for considering.
On July 10, 2019, my dad passed away. It was sudden and unexpected. I was at work when my younger sister called me and told me what was happening. When she first called, it was unclear whether he would survive the heart attack and stroke.
I learned rather quickly that, indeed, he would not. I remember being overcome with emotion, and yet, also in action. Meaning, that I immediately talked to the doctors, got clear on his condition, called and booked a plane, and was in Los Angeles within 4 hours.
When I arrived, he looked quite peaceful, and, of course, my mom and sisters were, just like I was, distraught, confused, and full of sadness. My dad’s soul left his body that evening.
On this father’s day, I am reminded of all the times my dad was there for me, supported me, encouraged me, and, in his way, loved me deeply, as he did my mother, sisters, and all of his grandkids.
I love and miss you dad.
I am also reflecting upon being a father, and how lucky I am to be the father of two beautiful young men. I am so lucky, and I love them more than these words could possibly convey.
I hope you all have a wonderful Father’s Day.
Sending you all love and blessings on a wonderful week.
If you’ve not yet checked out Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, please check it out when you have a chance, and share as you are able. Thank you.
Additionally, the coauthors of Astha’s Anthology, Utmost Feelings, are creating a space for people to send their sentiments to Astha’s family.
If you are interested, please add your sentiments to this form, thank you, and stay blessed.
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