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.
Photo by Bessi, Pixabay
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!
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Earth Our Home, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Earth Our Home
I sit atop the stairs, reminiscing on times fair, and difficult beyond repair. As the pain continues to arise, and the memories flood my mind, my heart continues to wage a war with love at the center of despair.
I pick myself up, dust off the self, and…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 7089643, Pixabay
I am elated and honored to share with you that I was voted as the Spillwords Press Author of the Month of January and February!
I am deeply grateful to Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords for supporting my work; and deeply grateful to each of you for being here, supporting me, and being such wonderful friends. It is because of each of you that I am here today. You inspire me, and I appreciate each of you very much. Thank you!
rhythm and sound
walking along the ground, I stumbled,
and fell
happenings like this
tout a specific
rhythm
and sound, like walking amongst the
clouds
what confused me most then,
was not knowing —
love
is derived from
within
took quite a few more stumbles, and
tumbles
among the trees,
the leaves,
and
all of the misery
to notice, the hand was always there, even
when on the
ground
I was already found…
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
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
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!
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
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
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