"J" is for Judgement, should the sky deem me worthy there is little joy in holding fast to pride to watch darkness moving through a tunnel I trace my finger upon the stalk of bitterroot falling out of skin do we cry or do we pause? Blown by the soft winds do we fear the … Continue reading Aubade – Death wants nothing more than to teach us kindness
The sky is dishwater brown with scrunched up clouds, like a fallow heart its light is lean almost discreet as it serves as witness to a world doubly glazed and dampened by the passing shadows, we speak with fire upon our tongues letting go of things we keep between our teeth we spill blood in … Continue reading And yet how gentle it seems to one raised in a landscape short of rain
When I breathe my last let it be known that words were my calling, sweet some days as plum to carry within as orchard away from chaos and din of city and tart at others like grapefruit to help cope with the stress and strain of everyday living, for the longest time I was unsure … Continue reading Into my hands the luscious clusters of meaning reach
The ocean blue, transparent, soft and strong its breath rising and falling with melodic ease as the sun roseate whispers soothingly, becomes its heartbeat I wonder if I would have ever observed its beauty had I been born into its depths like a lionfish, creamy white, sweeping over coral reefs in a matter of seconds … Continue reading Like starry blooms on a new firmament in July
Because it's my heart I laid it bare like an orange open as sun. Photo credits: Vladimir Volegov~ Beautiful lady by the roadside A Senryu birthed from the following two prompts: Of Poems and Fruit & Because It Is My Heart ~ Micro Poetry Posted on Weekend Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads and Posted … Continue reading Yesterday, today and since the beginning of age
I never imagined the sound of wind blowing on my window, the dewy petrichor of post-rain afternoon and melody of song would remind me of you, could the impossible ensue so that I could lose myself in the hollow of your throat, nothing quite brings to life again as smoothly, as effortlessly as perfume. I … Continue reading Poem I Wrote Sitting Across The Table From You
Daylight hasn't touched my heart in months, perhaps it deems me unworthy as peaches distraught after the storm embrace the ground, we wake to the insatiable longing for answers hidden in the curves of sky and disregard this life all that we are, more or less, but who wants to be warned of the future … Continue reading Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm
Like many a lonesome rose riotously blooming, I have kissed darkness on the mouth and found it's only light hiding behind a veil, as embers of delicate peach ignite the distant sky "the world is cruel and full of lies," I heard darkness whisper as two birds ultimately come to rest upon a branch. It's … Continue reading I woke and felt the fell of dark in arms of July