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 am excited to share my poem, ravens flying on wings, which is now available at MasticadoresIndia. A big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
ravens flying on wings
the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and
reminiscent of the night, reminds me of
a time, before transgression,
and
possessions of body and mind…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Ryunosuke Kikuno on Unsplash
the flowers speak to me, through the trees, as
they caress the wind so lovingly, and
offer us a glimpse of what love
could be…
nature advances past circumstance,
a human mind, relegated to
the back
beyond chance, and
destinies untoward advance
of a love
talked about for ages,
lived by sages, and ordinary folks
of all stages…
just like you and me, whispering through
the trees, past the winds, and to the
flowers kin, relating
the love
we feel within…
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I fell through the mirror once, and on the other side,
was you, hands clasped, and folded
neatly, you did always keep me
completely,
and
as
flowers fell from the sky, you gently made your way forward,
took my hand in yours, and then, the
question of my existence
spread…
arising in mind, the answer flooding my heart, as love
blossomed like the sun, retiring me to your
awaiting arms
the resonance, now,
won…
Photo by akirEVarga, Pixabay
I am excited to announce that I have been asked to be a regular contributor to MasticadoresUSA. I now have the great honor of being a regular contributor to both MasticadoresIndia and MasticadoresUSA. It is a dream come true. You can read more about all of the MasticadoresUSA monthly contributors here.
I would like to thank Gabriela Marie Milton, and the entire time at MasticadoresUSA, for thinking of me and inviting me to be a regular monthly contributor.
Here is the first of my January poetry submissions.
our love, airborne…
the sun rising in the morn, reminding me of times,
forlorn, dust-laden hands, breathing in all I can,
while looking to the stones in the
riverbend
wafting this way and that…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Kanenori, Pixabay
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!
Image credit; Being. the. traveler@ Pexels
waves break against my eyes, reveler caught,
in-between the shadow and
stone
feeling
the breadth and depth of this universal context,
shown, stars hanging off yonder, while
we continue to plunder, is it
any
real
wonder
about the pain beneath our feet, radiating up, and
through these bodies and minds,
not an accident, rather
something far
greater,
given
in-kind
it is
a love dispensed
from the
depths
of
the seas…
please, then, let us rewind this love transposed,
though, oft bemoaned,
know, it is always
present, and
bestowed…
Photo by MDARIFLIMAT, Pixabay
as the pain grows, it reminds me of the flowers
prose, blooming under the sun, and
often, on the
run
hiding in the shadows, and lurking just beneath
the surface, it rises like the tide, this
swelling in my
chest
it is
a
lifelong romance, just like the joy that lives on the other
side, when we abide, and take the center
in stride
we
come out, wide-eyed, with love as
our guide…
Photo by adriansiea, 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
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