life breathes through my pores
like the rain in an afternoon of prose
written just before bedtime
while the love within me shines
through my heart and onto the page
with a vibrancy that is beyond
the stage
set from the past, while relations come to pass
I learn
to lean into the marigolds rising
like the masses
while learning more about my past transgressions
and the love that lives inside the ashes
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
purple colors fill the sky
a mixture of violet and lavender
like tears that have dried
they crumble through my pores
leaking a love that’s lived through more
than this man can define
the last time I faced these truths
I cried and cried
yet
knowing this truth today
my fear subsides
and sits in my heart
where love always resides
Photo by Prawny, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cloudless drifter, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cloudless drifter
oranges and limes fill the sky
a scent reminiscent of another time
when love was like a drop of candy in the winter
and the fields were dusty
a cloudless drifter…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by prettysleepy1, Pixabay
white blossoms fill the trees
they make me believe
in the stars that glisten from the leaves
it’s hard sometimes to find intrigue
among the violins playing in the rain
they sip the wind
while bursting with notes wide and thin
a series of flashes begets the sky
bringing me present
to all the gifts we’ve been given over time
while I wrestle with the love inside
knowing
you’ll always be here
even when I hide
you’ll call for me
as the wind subsides
Photo by Pezibear, Pixabay
I am excited to announce that my poem, Realization Dawns, is now available at Spillwords Press. A big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
Realization Dawns
Breaking waves,
remind me of
breaking hearts,
in time
with the juxtaposition
of life’s myriad, and
frantically felt…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
PPhoto by Keith Misner on Unsplash
Recently, David, of The Skeptic’s Kaddish launched an initiative called, Poetry Partners. It is an amazing initiative, which invites poets to submit a poem, and then David writes a response poem. I contemplated a poem to send to David for some time, and then finally did about a month ago.
Here is the poem I sent to David.
a lining of silver
I sit atop a tower, looking down
at the flowers briar,
calling to me at all hours
it is
beauty
seen
in
the myriad contours and folds of life’s road —
gold
and shining in the afternoon sun,
watching from afar,
they run
frolicking in nature’s bounty, like slivers
of dust, the night away,
they wash
as the
clouds hang
onto the love
they feel within
gathering
up our tears, a lining of silver
remains
thin
delivering back the tears collected,
delight spreads across the
land
as our tears seed
hope and love
inside
the
flowers briar once again
Now, here is David’s poem in response to my poem.
A crystalline by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’
An arrogant little man looked
out upon glowing sunflower fields.
If their lovely soul wouldn’t bow,
he’d simply be forced to Dehull her.
“Forward! Bring that fucking bitch to me!”
Soldiers marched, tanks rolled; rockets flew.
But the flowers resisted and stood
tall against the might of his troops.
‘Grind them down!’ he shouted, enraged,
‘Press forward! We shall Extract our price!’
Tears flowed forth from the flowers, but
they would not succumb to the Crude man.
Then, as though born of silver tears,
a Refined lady rose from their midst.
The train of her golden gown trailed
behind her, as she strode through the fields.
Thick clouds, hanging onto the love
they felt within, gathered up the tears.
“True hope,” the gentlewoman declared,
“shan’t be defeated by hubris.”
Deliberately, she stepped forward,
unfazed by the bullets, and beamed.
Thank you again to David for partnering with me on this amazing collaboration. What fun!
Photo associated with a lining of silver by Layers, Pixabay
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
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