still rain shapes silence
subtle forms shift in shadows
stark supposition
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
a desolate street feeds
my dreams
with pain and hope both
don’t you know
it’s part of the mystery hidden
inside the love we show
to the sky, and to the people walking by
as we learn more about the lights glimmering in the night
they whisper of shadows long and tall
relational aspects of
our drawn out
souls
ready to depart this plane for another
on the winds of time
and the gentleness of the breeze
my grandmother’s wind chimes, speak to me
of tarnished tears shed over years and years
and of everything you and I hold dear
I’m excited to let you all know that my debut book manuscript is complete! I would like to thank Ingrid Wilson, from Experiments in Fiction, for many fabulous insights, and wonderful editing work. We are now on to book creation and cover design. Exciting!
Photo by Counselling, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cosmic radiance, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cosmic radiance
I walk along the forest floor, watching
as the mysteries pour forth
blooming evergreen weeds, struggling up
through the ground
looking to see if anyone’s around
they always wink at me
relating a resilience
and a broad-spectrum playfulness…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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the tide is like a tunneled scope
deep within
where feelings live along a coral reef
of sin, and stone
Have you ever felt it, and just known?
Me too.
it’s like a mystical garden
in the depths of the sea
learning more about the pain and trauma of
tranquility, though
I always pause to breathe
into my heart, and look to the sky
where diamonds shatter into a thousand pieces of glass
as I contemplate
the love living inside the mystery of this life at last
Photo by Darkmoon_Art, Pixabay
I am thrilled to announce that the Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women Anthology is scheduled to be released on June 18, 2022! I am honored to be a part of this wonderful anthology. Thank you again to Gabriela Marie Milton, Editor, Ingrid Wilson, Publisher, and Nick Reeves, Cover Design, for their tireless efforts at putting this anthology together.
I was excited to learn this week that my poem, Realization Dawns was nominated for April Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press. I am so honored by this nomination and want to thank Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords Press for continuing to support my work.
I would also like to thank each of you, as this nomination is a direct result of your kindness, generosity, friendship, and unwavering support. You each inspire me to be the best I can be, and I appreciate you very much.
Voting for the April Publication of the Month closes on April 29.
I would be honored if you would go here and vote. Thank you!
alight and aflame
displays are on the screen
and behind them are clouds seen
as mysteries continue to pour into me
of a love lingering in the rain
specks of dust are always the same
tiny fragments of being, they came
to me at last
while I let my heart open to the possibilities
of you, my love
dancing into the night, alight and aflame
Photo by Hansuan_Fabregas , Pixabay
you whispered to me once, it came through
the trees, unseen, a beautiful thing
discovered
amidst
the
flowers, and turbulent troubles, left for the moment,
like leaves falling from the sky,
you remind me
of the
why
in existences’ cry….calling to you and me, a
new whisper seen, and felt
in-between
the
pages of our story, lived, loved, and magically
created, like two dancers, entwined
in a kiss so
soft
subtleness
takes on a new form, as realization dawns, and two
hearts are, together, as one,
drawn…
Photo by miroslavkaclik, Pixabay
as the breeze comes through the window,
I hang hopes on clouds, running fast,
and furious, quite profound
are they
beautiful, translucent, and full of
magical movement, transcending this
moment…
light and dark, in a dance of mysterious
tapestry, woven gently, and carefully,
by the unseen, preen
shielding you and me, from the glean,
as the shadows begin to dance with
the trees
the flowers perk up, and provide a love
seen
lasting centuries…
Photo by fietzfotos, Pixabay
the veins of the earth pour
through me, as I sit quietly, contemplating
the tree, me, and all I see…
…I wonder if this life is really meant to be,
or, if the me I see, is simply a reflection
of the dream tree…
cascading light reflects off the tree, and
I gather up memories bound underneath the sea,
and wish for another reality
where pain and pleasure go together,
like twins, conjoined in a love so tender,
kind, and altogether
reminiscent
of the mystery,
we’ve spent our lives trying to out figure…
rocks covered in green,
the misty between,
sitting at the edge of the unseen,
wondering what this mystery is to me…as
reflection gives way
to transgressions of the past,
and mind continues to flitter,
here, and there, I
sit quietly, watching and observing the
drama play out, without a shout…as
flitter turns
inside out, and brings with it some clout…now
slowing down…as
love arises from the center
of all things beautifully configured…
In response to the WDYS#104 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Sean Robertson @ Unsplash
you come to me
in dreams,
as I wrangle
with my feelings,
and the rocks in my heart,
pull at me one by one…
tales lived,
woven with liquid
dreams, as we continue
to share
ourselves
and seal the seams
with
a love
so rare,
it’s hard
to explain
the affair
yet,
I’m beckoned
again, and again,
to write
what comes up
feeling
like
the mysteries
are ready to jump
straight
from
my heart,
through
my fingers, and
onto
the page
you’re already reading…
Shadowlight Words 