as the pain grows, it reminds me of the flowers
prose, blooming under the sun, and
often, on the
run
hiding in the shadows, and lurking just beneath
the surface, it rises like the tide, this
swelling in my
chest
it is
a
lifelong romance, just like the joy that lives on the other
side, when we abide, and take the center
in stride
we
come out, wide-eyed, with love as
our guideโฆ
Photo by adriansiea, Pixabay
I am excited to share my poem, I gently wish upon a star, which is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Though this is my last poem of the year with MasticadoresIndia, I am very excited about being a regular monthly contributor next year. Thank you again to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
I gently wish upon a star
heartaches, reminding me of earthquakes,
experienced in between the lines,
moving past mistakes
of a life, this life, lived in moments unsure,
and in others, grown taller
than the applewood trees flowersโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by 13452116, Pixabay
I picked up
a sunflower once, and
twirled it betwixt my fingers,
in-between blades of grass
it did linger
taller than eyes can dance,
like romance,
sometimes askew, and sometimes
askance
delivering love
in the subtlest forms, like
tasting sunlight on your lips,
burnt amber and orange crisp,
a dewdrop in the morning mistโฆ
I hope this holiday season continues to be a lovely one for each of you. May you, your friends, and your families experience peace, joy, love, and many blessings. I appreciate each of you and thank you from the bottom of my heart for always being here, and for supporting me. Sending you all my love.
Photo by Dioptrius, Pixabay
the city slumbers, while the giant, along, lumbers,
taking respite, when, in times of trouble,
the mechanical birds, circle in the air,
speeding more than is, a trifle,
fair
spreading wings of love onto the land, protecting the visage
of the wear and tear, it is the darkness
prepared,
and
the light
responding
if they dareโฆ
battle imminent, patrons vigilant, while across the land,
warriors gather, battle plans scrawled,
even as some
drawl
and
make
the last call
needed, as love and light prepare, some scared, others
ready for the nights, and the heights
of desperation
bared
to
each soul everywhere, they take formation, gathering under
the wings of justice, let ourselves stay present to
the life-affirming
sustenance
of the land, and within it, the love of our hearts,
together, sheltered, as
we whisper, this,
our final
prayerโฆ
In response to the WDYS #112 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Kellepics @ Pixabay
fingers trace the landscape, of a love once
beloved, just as the tree limbs speak
to me, of the dream
living inside
the breeze,
so
does
the gloom, remind me of lessons learned, from
the myriad pushes, and pulls,
orbiting around
the
sunsโ
moonโฆ
itโs as if the flowers were speaking to ancient
lands, bestowing their kindness
within, of the time,
sands
as
they continue to focus on our hearts, showing us
how to conjure up love, wildly,
while allowing our
souls
to
ignite nightlyโฆ
Photo by Hans, Pixabay
walking into misery, watching it unfold, it envelops me
like a cloak, I
drown from within, you were just here, how could
it have beenโฆunderstanding loses meaning,
as heart breaks into a thousand
pieces
shattering like glass, spreading out through the air,
diamond bits rest in my chest, throat stuck,
tongue thick, with
a mind
blinking
into
a
mistโฆ
traveling back in time, unavailable, so will settle
on memories lying dormant
in mind, and
heart
though
they
do
tell the story of your love, divined
deep as the ocean is wide, you did your best, while
dealing with your pain
like a mime
and, while goodbyes are unnecessary, I would like to tell
you how much I love you,
one last
timeโฆ
Photo by Nicholas_Demetriades, Pixabay
fingers outstretched through space, and time, deft clutch,
feeling so much, you were here,
now gone, yet the senses
still
tickle
with your touch
burning
with desire, loving from within, learning more about
the nature of reality
seen in your
skin
beauty holds me hard, while love blossoms like an
apple treeโฆheart, absorbing the
shards
and
giving me more moments, than the sun provides
in all of its bestowments
of
glory
a
story
of healing with the warmth kindled from years of patience,
now living, loving, and basking
in
the presence
of your radianceโฆ
Photo by wreco, Pixabay
flowers hang in the air, while, I, into the abyss
stare
at the memories, folded, with great care, lifting
them up in reverence
to the shadow
of
forgiveness, I
wander
along the road, searching for my home, knowing
little, feeling
a trifle
more
than
is simple, as the record spins, and the turntable
grins
at me, in retrospect, a lifeโs been given, shall I strive
in the midst
of
a
heartbreak โ it
loomsโฆ
yet
I move forward, carrying more, understanding less,
as the love in my heart,
forevermore,
bloomsโฆ
Photo by Briam-Cute, Pixabay
Recently, I was invited to be a regular contributor to MasticadoresIndia. I have accepted this invitation, and am very excited about this new opportunity. I would like to thank Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia, for thinking of me, inviting me to be a regular contributor, and always supporting my work. I am honored.
Here is an excerpt, of the first of two poems that will be published this month at MasticadoresIndia.
may this song be sung
tears are like open wounds
that never lie, on that, we can rely
and, try as we might
we are never truly sure,
only ever, may we relish in the fervor
of yesterdayโs delight, pushing us furtherโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by PiotrZakrzewski, Pixabay
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, beauty doth reside in the heartโฆ 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.
beauty doth reside in the heartโฆ
I sit atop a tree, taking in the beauty seen,
beneath the forest floor, and
above the skyline,
amber tossed
less
remorse(d)
once feltโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by jplenio, Pixabay
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