I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Dance Away the Day, 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.
Dance Away the Day
as a tear
escapes my eye,
I resist
even more,
not wanting
to face
the deluge
needing
to pour forth
gritting
my teeth…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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looking to the sky, I see wisps of dreams pass by,
hung to clouds, and curled up tight inside
they drift and float, as the land and sea
continue to roam, we
search far and wide, and continue to try,
clutching at dreams, portrayed in the mirrors
magic display, seen…
a reflection, and refraction, of life’s mysterious
contradictions of mind, gleaned…yet
stillness continues to elude us, as we hang our dreams
on the clouds that pass by, and search for meaning
outside, still
as day turns to night, and
the clouds disappear from sight,
the light burning on the horizon, bright,
reminds us
of the love we feel deep inside…
Photo by Fotocitizen, Pixabay
love lost and unadorned, yet remembered, and
stored, for it’s you, I’ve always adored…
like butterflies have wings, you always see me,
as I am, not another iteration of a dream
romance
making my towards you, raising through the seas
of possibility, and tranquility, I look forlorn
at times
yet, know
you’re always there with a helpful hand, guiding me,
through ordeals trivial, and those most plentiful,
and mystical
remembering this, gives way to a love
deep within
like sap running through the veins of a tree,
my heart pumps love throughout my
beings entirety
holding it in place, creating a soft and textured space,
for our loving escape…
The opening line to this poem, and thus the entire poem, was inspired by a wonderful poem, titled November, by Simmi, of Rose-Colored Glasses? If you’ve not yet visited Simmi’s site, and read the poetry there, please do so, it is lovely.
Photo by Stergo, 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…
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, your ever loving midst, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
your ever loving midst
eyes,
shining bright,
just like the stars
on the clearest night
when you
first
came into
view…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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drinking in the sea water, I hear the bell toll, and,
indeed, it’s my heart you stole
with a second glance, just the kind of romance,
making stories appear
much more than circumstance…
I give my heart to you, as you walk from the sand,
into a land, ill-defined,
and yet, part of the current storyline…
waiting with bated breath,
your hand again clasps mine…and
in that moment, we realize,
just how much love is left in the world
when we’re together…
is divine…
I skip over puddles, one, two, three,
in the mirror images, I see, you
refracted back at me…
always loving and kind, despite the pain
sitting on the surface
of our contoured purpose,
reaching deep within,
looking amongst the worn out travelers, sin
arises, seems raw, and depletes me again…
tired, and tortured, I look to the earth’s very nature, for a sense of purpose
realizing
the feelings, and thoughts, go against the grain
like the trees, bare, and scorched of their outer skins, while flayed and portrayed
in the myriad contexts,
where love is at the center, not grim,
more compassionate, to the travelers
making their way
towards the light of another day…
Photo by distelAPPArath from Pixabay
I dream of roots, strangling me, veins
reaching out, from beyond the grave,
torturing me in this wild place…
as dreams move into another phase,
something
bursts from the ground, no sound,
or other people around,
a beautiful shoot, out, sprouts,
beginning its journey
into the unknown, already unbound…
Photo by Pixabay
time slows down, just like a train
entering the service station, as
light refracts off a mix of glass diamonds…
cut differently all,
as colors bleed through them,
and out the other side,
pouring love into the universe, by design…
we watch
with rapt awe and attention,
as love is transmitted via the chrysalis,
through the atmospheric tension,
and into the hearts of every part of living creation…
Photo by Pixabay
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
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