I am so pleased to announce that my poem, The Brilliance of Life, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Another big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their support, and for publishing this piece.
The Brilliance of Life
My heart breaks
with every
breath I take,
and though
I’ll keep moving,
there are times when
I just sit still,
and let the emotions
wash over me…
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I stared
at the screen,
and nothing came
forward,
until
a whisper
of something
quite different
came flying by,
in pure insistence
unannounced
at the time,
was this tiny flicker
of insight,
waiting to be seen
on just
the right night
feeling
first,
is how it works
a stirring,
awaiting
recognition,
as it
makes its way
to the floor outside
our open hearts door
knocking
for entry, realizing
we’re retreating,
it waits,
wonders, and
all the while
saunters,
back and forth
pacing,
and relishing
in the journey
at our hearts very core
sending
messages unheard,
unseen,
yet felt
by those
with the ability
to be free
from constricted sense-
abilities
arising
more,
while numbness
subsides,
resulting in
a most fantastic
grin,
which I adore
ages
come and go,
yet,
wherever
we do travel,
human beings
on this planet
know one thing
for sure
open hearts
have healed
for ages, and
will continue to
far past the time
when
we’ve left this plane
forevermore
I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.
Have a beautiful week, everyone.
friends
connected through
pain and pleasure
they are
far from fair-weather
In response to the WDYS #92 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
my feet
feel the grass
beneath me,
and inside, I
smile secretly,
and think
about the next scene
together,
joined forever, like
two lovers,
first met, when
they were young
enough to remember,
the next phase instead
of a memory
of something else,
harkening back
not so gently,
to the first time
you came into view,
and I fled
from
your embrace,
altogether longing,
yet, I just kept running,
thinking too much,
feeling not enough, and
making way on my own
shrill and stuffed
from the voluminous
calamities
that filled my mind,
and are impossible,
at times,
to deny,
and,
never
ever
to rewind,
nor find
lost, and
bleak
as it may seem
on my inner-screen,
I get up again,
let the tears come
as they may, pray,
and ask for
forgiveness each day
life is lived
inside of
you and me,
and when
we need to scream,
it’s all okay, as
the feelings come
whether
we want
them to or not,
and, in fact,
resisting,
only makes them
persist
until we’re grown
working
through them
though?
is another
story
all its own,
filled with hope
and, the glory shown
something always
draws me
to the page,
sort of like
a moth to a flame
tiny flickering
of insight,
ignites within,
and we’re off
on a whim
Yiruma’s,
Sunset Bird
playing
on my headset,
least I forget
the inspiration
that lives on…
in this
beautiful worlds
shedding
of blessings
all-around,
which,
we can see
when we
stay present,
sound,
and
grounded
in the reality
we know
is there, even if,
and when,
we are
unawares
it’s lovely
to contemplate
our existence
on this
planet spinning
through space
round,
and,
round
we go, where
will we stop,
nobody truly knows,
yet,
there
is a knowing,
for you and I,
if we
silently abide
in
that
which we feel
on the
loneliest of nights
chilled
to the bone,
with no hand
to hold
but our own
and, even
then,
my dear friends,
know,
you are
not alone,
in this galaxy
far from
space,
as the human
connection
we share
is anything
but commonplace
each
has
their own gift
to shed,
and when
exposed to the light,
it is truly
beyond compare,
and, oh, so bright
there, there,
then,
on those
lonely nights,
we all have them,
fear, and fright,
abound,
yet
what’s
truly astounding,
is the feeling
I get when I’m
connected within,
and, to
all my friends,
and, yes,
that’s you
reading this
before
you’re off to bed
a lullaby
for you instead
sleep well,
my
dear ones,
and never forget,
time is always there,
and we are
never, ever,
second best,
only ever truly blessed
wind caresses
my soul, like a
tapestry, impossible
to hold
I let the sounds,
drown,
my inner-dialogue,
and, focus
instead,
on the beauty
in front of me,
of a thousand
bled
journeys,
human misery, and
cunning,
tread
with skies,
so red
and, yes,
baffling
to the eye, when
we don’t
even
try
hard enough,
to take care of
the planets
lullaby,
beautiful
read,
and,
sung
so softly to us
since the
cradle
was made, and
we laid down for
our first
song-related fable
which, leaves me
wondering
now
about
humanities
current thread,
so ask,
may we now
please
portend
less,
leaving
aside
the disrespect,
and, instead
reflect,
and disregard abject,
in favor of love-
born respect
for our Motherly
homestead?
life pours on us in
layers,
uncovering truth
takes time
and patience
In response to the WDYS #91 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
looking out over
seas of tranquility,
never manifest,
even though I tried
my best
waiting to see,
wanting to learn,
watching the earth,
roam around my dearth
I digest more
than is possible,
all the while
the improbably
seems to find me
no matter
where
I hide the keys,
your always there
with,
just the right
instance,
forgetting
all about
my present
circumstances
taking courage
and,
a drive
that is more
than one will
combined
released, then,
years later, upon
a sea of possibility
finally found,
after ages,
while I resisted,
you persisted, gained
access
and,
showed
me the layer
upon layer of
human misery,
and,
the joy upon
joy, of human
ingenuity
ah, what
love is found
in a second act
of a life, thought
for a time broken
beyond repair,
and, yet
right there,
just then,
the brokenness
was sealed,
and delivered, as
completeness
set in
and,
the
whole world
finally opened up
to me,
through you,
and, everything,
my dear, became
so very clear
I point to each
star I see,
wanting to believe
in more
something
beyond the scope
of my
current
ability to cope
with the loss
in my heart,
living there like
a mirage that comes
upon us all at once,
and we stop,
stare, and deeply
revel in a dream
for something
more to be seen…
waiting,
watching,
wondering,
if what we see
is reality, or just
as it seems
blurry, through
the tears that fill
my eyes
continuously,
I seek
shelter,
from the field
of dancing projections
that live within
my minds limited
perfection
and,
the
paradox?
also living
within our heart,
is a capacity
beyond our ability
to comprehend,
so at times, we
pretend
to not notice, yet
the
mobility,
and nobility
once seen
on a movie
screen, now coming
home,
to you and me,
is so wondrous,
we pause, breathe
in the healing
presence, and realize
that all of life’s
dejections,
and, reflections,
live within our hearts
protection
the sky bleeds
each day,
renewing
itself in its journey,
which, yes,
is sometimes
frayed around
the edges, and is also
pure warmth
in its acceptance
of
a knowing
we hold
deep inside,
which,
reminds us to
look
to the sky, in
times of worry,
knowing we shall
see all of ourselves
in the glory we behold
on an early morning
sun rising,
golden delight,
washing the daytime
woes away,
with a single brushstroke
of warmth,
and rays,
filling the volumes
of our souls
with an everlasting
energy, and healing presence,
especially when
we are
feeling sad, and
so diminished
so,
when we
are quaking, and
in need of safety,
remember,
to look up, and
allow the light
to enter
your heart,
and
wash away
all the fears that
we continue to
hold dear
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