I take trips back and forth up the mountain
while relegating
the misery I feel, like a pin drop
of blood
after the storm stops
I watch
the sunrise
over my heart of flowers
atop
our bed of petals and pearls
made from
loves most tranquil and delicate fibers
surreal
stitched
in the early morning, and
weaved with the fabric of our present glory
these two hearts, believe
in all they see
especially when pain arises
with the most pressing need
Photo by InsaneArtist, Pixabay
I stir the pain and promise
of another day
living amongst the calmest tides, and
between thin wispy clouds
I await
the love within this shroud
knowing the pain delivered is filled with gold
hues
and ambiguity among truths
birthed
within the mountains cold
and dark, living inside me a mark
filled with the void of time
sung from my fingertips, to the
mountain tops
I slip
into a reverie and cannot exist
a moment longer
than is needed
I withdraw
and await the heeded, love
I hope
to carry me into the gates of my beloved
where love’s already been seeded
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, helios of pain, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
helios of pain
birds fly through the sky
as in my heart, our love always resides
flittering
and mistaking a beat or two
for a remedy made of oranges that are blue…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by ractapopulous, Pixabay
You.
It’s always been, given to me once
at the precipice of a love
filled with tales
grim
and others’ riding the backs of whales
I listen for you in the nightshade
of a heart asundered
by the mere mention of your name in pale
and indigo fibers
filled with stitched together riders
their hearts, gold through and through
just like the love I feel for you
A moment.
I pause to breathe
and exhale the scent of jasmine
realizing you’ve come to me in time
with the music I hear, for two, everytime to my heart
nearer, are
You.
Photo by Mona Eendra on Unsplash
guidance comes on the shoulders
of mountain tops
a reliance
on the love living inside my fingertips
short, and stout
they speak to me of dreams, unseen
a reality
forged from iron leaves
while the fragrance of love always makes me believe
in you, my love
Can you see me through the pain inside the loving breeze?
I can see you too.
it’s here, my love
where I will always wait for you
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
I am excited to announce that my poem, Hidden Inside, is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
Hidden Inside
I crumble like stone
into a void with no home
falling
I try to understand the pain
and trauma coming up
within a body and mind, a disease
no one can find
hidden
inside the elements of being
swimming upcurrent…
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, lavender lines, 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.
lavender lines
tumbleweeds thread the head of a pin
while the size of our love’s always been
reminiscent of the dreams laden in your hands
like the flavor of morning dew
know that I’ve always seen you…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by AnnaliseArt, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Night Tide, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Night Tide
I alight on a star
it’s farther than I’ve ever been before
a thousand miles away from you
I transfix my eyes
on all the galaxies next door
while knowing…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Pezibear, Pixabay
sitting in the open sea
watching the tide rescue the myriad
relations of me
my heart transcends the fibrous moon
as crawling beneath the flowers
I bloom
looking toward another aspect of truth
the fragrance of turmoil and pain still strewn
while glistening in the rain
are you
Photo by leonardodpf, Pixabay
grass seed reminds me of
the inevitability
of time
skipping through fields, dusty
and wheat filled
as I grow through the earth’s crust, learning
I’m just enough
of the magic living inside the moon’s cusp
relating to me, another aspect
of the you
I see
it comes to me
while I lean into the garden of being
and transcend the pain I’ve been feeling
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
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