There comes a time
when desolate soul requires healing period,
its colors toned down
as though washed in translucent water
kissing the brow
a warm and pink shade.
Late evening hush has come to the streets
as the last vestiges of sangria sun
over the horizon.
Such is life as dawn, decision
out of pure nothingness.
can either be the simplest
or the most frightening thing in the world,
be it a budding rose
or a blank page
both in the end are represented
with a heartfelt wish, prayer and hope.
We are out there
breathing and searching for clues
in the darkness
knowing deep down that the right time,
is waiting for us just around the corner.
I am at a certain point in my life
where every fibre
every inch of my poetic soul
yearns for renewal
for a chance to leap forward and spring
into the world.
Photo credits: Joseph Zbukvic – Watercolor
Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets United
& posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub
I came across a moth
in the midst of dark,
where even the softest susurration of leaves
is known to instill fear.
taking in the scene before me
and felt as though a burden had been lifted
in its brilliance I found respite
never meant to flee.
Photo credits: Luke Ink Art
Posted for Art Flash 55 @ Real Toads
I have thought a lot about ache
of being served acai bowl
with palm fruit
as though I have been left with no choice,
what if my soul desires acrid
or is accustomed to gravel in voice?
What if I desire percussion
that breaks through windows of suffering
of city dust,
I hear you pass with recalcitrant feet
is it obvious
(since I am staring in your direction)
love is a malady, a rising
a lump in the throat that we all crave.
I took a blood carnation
all the while kneeling at my bedside
“Would that this velvet affair
with my heart thundering down
the fire, the heat of my poems
similar to one high on wine and bread,
there is nothing more
that this Poet in me could ever want.”
Photo credits: Pinterest
Word List: ache, gravel, percussion, city, carnation, bedside, heat, bread, poems.
Posted on Get Listed January Edition @ Real Toads
Also posted on the poetry pantry @ Poets United