I sit inside a pool of salt
and sin
looking
into the eyes of dried, and thin
crumbly skin
tired, and looking to the wind
I reminisce.
even when I’d rather not know
the pain, to me
always shows
the effects
of this universal context, deplorable
in times when pain is greatest, and light
like a dandelion seed
when time stops forward progression, looking
for lessons
I await you.
wondering
if you’ll show within my heart soon
Photo by ArtTower, Pixabay
grapes grow in the sky
while I rely upon the love living
inside
the blossoming cherry trees
they always seem so deliciously vibrant
and in touch with you and me
a love that’s lasted centuries
fills me with a smile, a glee
handed to me, you see?
a sunny afternoon, sitting among the flower beds
I digress, and dress in roses,
my best
laid suit
by the sun’s eyes, disguised
as I learn of the stars in your heart
while a love to me, at last
they impart
Photo by AnnaliseArt, 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
I was excited to learn this week that my poem, Realization Dawns was nominated for April Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press. I am so honored by this nomination and want to thank Dagmara K and the entire team at Spillwords Press for continuing to support my work.
I would also like to thank each of you, as this nomination is a direct result of your kindness, generosity, friendship, and unwavering support. You each inspire me to be the best I can be, and I appreciate you very much.
Voting for the April Publication of the Month closes on April 29.
I would be honored if you would go here and vote. Thank you!
alight and aflame
displays are on the screen
and behind them are clouds seen
as mysteries continue to pour into me
of a love lingering in the rain
specks of dust are always the same
tiny fragments of being, they came
to me at last
while I let my heart open to the possibilities
of you, my love
dancing into the night, alight and aflame
Photo by Hansuan_Fabregas , Pixabay
dreams leak from my eyes, the
sun shall find
a way into my heart, cresting over
the canopy, love bourgeons
through the
limbs
lining the contour
with silver trim,
cascading over
the land
giving dreams a second chance,
they arrive in my
hands
and
outstretched
across the void of time, we,
for each other,
stand
letting light guide the way, a
flutter or two, takes
center
stage
as we let love parade…
Photo by lextotan, Pixabay
heartbreaks are full of rain, and the setting sun,
is just the same, as senseless tragedies,
they came
knocking at our door, waiting, and watching
for us to bring the
thrum
of a life lived underneath the trim, and drum
of absence embroiled, and
shunned
weeping like the flowers on a midsummer morn,
we call to the heavens, wanting to know
more
about the reasons existence pulls the chains and
chords, while we fight against our inner-
discord…as
remembering seems like an eternity, we draw
on every piece of light left available, and
take it all in,
keeping
the
flame of hope and love alive, as we abide, and
continue to unwind
time
now…resting easy in our hearts and minds….
Photo by MabelAmber, Pixabay
the key fits the lock just right, as it did
on that fateful night, when we first met,
feeling free
were we
to explore, understanding our hearts’ galore,
combined
that first step, in a multifaceted romance,
with
deep feelings lasting centuries, unbound, limitless,
and grounded in a love,
bleeding
found under a field of compassion, where flowers
grow tall, and their hearts sprout everything,
no doubt
nay
resoluteness, replaced all doubt, and what did sprout,
was tender as a supple branch, blowing
in the afternoon breeze
and, as I reach for my keys one last time, I reminisce on all
the love we felt within, and know
time will move on
yet what will remain is the key just the same,
the one we used to unlock years
of passionate embrace
and a love that was sweet, like sugar cane…
In response to the WDYS#108 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Photomix company @ Pixabay
I walk
on the sands of time
feeling bereft, and
out of line
with natures
progression,
I, stop, and digest
my vision quest
and, call forth
the winds, a true test…
of our ability
to align
with life’s requests
one step in front
of the other, feeling
the granules beneath, feet
on solid footing,
even when I’m unsure
of the current efforting…as
realization dawns, and
the withdrawn, now gone,
is transformed into something more
than I’ve ever done…
a dream,
mind conjures, as
intuition blossoms, and
reflects upon
conditioned aspects
of time borrowed…
harsh
as they seem
we grew through
the pain and agony…
trials and tribulations
abound, as we recount
each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings
swallowing us whole,
like a magical black hole….
spinning vortex,
light withdrawn,
senses expand, reaching
out for a hand
to hold onto at last…
breathing in life’s energy,
we wrestle with time,
and the nature
of the agonies
written upon
the sands
of our collective destinies…as
light shows back up,
speaking in the language
of love lost, pain healed, and
compassion given out, to all those that shout,
curse at the skies, and wonder why…
as deep inside,
we recognize our face
in the collection of pictures
we see in the mirror
of our humanity,
as we (re)adjust within
and get ready to again begin…
seeing brokenness
within, without,
and everywhere about, I shout
at the sky…everywhere, I fly…
emotions high,
and the depths, deep, and dry
as spinning begins,
and the trees look at me
with a silent grin, speaking
of something I’ve missed, I stop…
digress…pause, and breathe life in…
slowing down now, I see
the moonlight cascade
off the tree, and, just then,
something else stirs from within
full of tears, and ready
to begin…this pool
of light glistens
off a reservoir,
felt, yet never been called
to sit in…while
the
moment
stretches out
to the east,
and west again…and
head meets heart
for the first time,
they bond together just fine…as
love blossoms,
they align,
and
time melts into the sublime…
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