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
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, the sweetest nectar, 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 sweetest nectar
with the wind at my back
I relax
and
sit inside all the glory before me
the blooming flowers
and the resplendent arches on the trees
as they hang with the most delicious…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by mythuatungdungsla, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Moon’s Dust, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Moon’s Dust
drips drop from the top of a
stopwatch
as the minutes until we meet cascade
over my heart
watching the fear depart
say you’ll love me until the last act of the art…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay
stones fall from my eyes
holding my breath, I try
to understand the fields of sorrow
before me
while the image of you lingers in the streams
of tumbleweed
we’ve deemed, a point in the past that seems
like a memory, in between
the one, two, and three tests that come on fast
while I continue to hold my last breath
fear begins to arise
a swelling and butterfly sensation in times of trepidation cries
as I finally exhale a sigh
and the love within me begins to fly
In response to the WDYS #130 prompt, from Keep it Alive by Sadje
First photo by 3569616, Pixabay
Second photo by Matt Barringer, Unsplash
roses fill the sky
with the fragrance of the tide
as petals sing to the moon
under the canopy of our afternoon
know
there’s always been a piece of me in you
a mirror or two
reflects back our love
while we climb the ladder of chaos
still embossed
with an evening of frost
as we set off
on a journey to reclaim our love lost
Photo by G4889166 , Pixabay
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