fireflies sparkle like dust
reminding me of dancing chimes
lingering in the sun
they arise like a wildflower in
bloom
can you imagine the fear consumed?
walking into the waves
as they come in
we bask in a love that has never been
while the taste of your scent fills the room
and I hear you call
from the moon
whispering to me softly
I gather my nerves
and walk straight into the moonlit curve
Photo by Victoria_Borodinova, 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
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
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, a love emboldened…, 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.
a love emboldened…
books with broken spines, reminds me of a time,
when pain was deeper, a love
inclined
towards the heavens, farther than can be seen, it’s
as if, we’ve always
believed…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by ELG21, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, under an open sun…, 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.
under an open sun…
I rise from the depths of the sea, surmising all
I’ve seen, in-between the pain handed down,
and the joy,
drowned
into
a special
place in my heart…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
amber clouds, with darkness traced, a
a silver lining placed, in your
heart and mine,
forever
and
beyond
time, they
move in the sky
uninhibited by
mind, collecting dreams
from children
playing on
the
shoreline
sand settled in heart, a complex emotion,
takes us
apart
one
piece at a time, as tears fall from images
held dear, and we
move on
past
fear, into
another land
completely
held with awe and esteem, are the sky’s dreams,
these patterns traced
in the sand
and
collected by hand, so
sweetly…
Photo by natureworks, Pixabay
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 