October Rain

There is a peculiar shade of indigo hurt in the sky
that reflects in my eyes,
as the night commenced with its jagged tongue
narrating tales
while gulping the clouds, the thunder and rain
an idiosyncrasy
which I find both difficult and necessary to understand.

Did you think I was unfamiliar with the game
blind to the lipstick smear on your collar,
I am the heart of city
a highway that leads to both dreams fulfilled
and prison of unresolved thoughts.
I see the way you look at me
as though a berry brightly coloured,
sweet and sour,
which you can graze with your tongue

melt in your mouth,
I am October feisty and unafraid of being blown away by the system
by the wind,
I am awaiting the birth of new order–
a voice that will deafen the chaos that surrounds it.

Nowadays love is bittersweet,
it’s both scattered pieces of soul and a request to dismiss ache,
to outwit insanity
I have come too far to fall behind
there are Poets strolling along an endless path
of stormy white,

I refuse to be kissed by memories that offer nothing
but gloom and despair.

The night is coming around to a close
as the sky is streaked with shafts of pink light
and hope,
thrumming in my ears are the words
‘forever is a feeling misunderstood,’
I am sifting through the lies and searching for what’s true.
Touch is ambiguous to feeling,
to words
that have yet to prove that they’re worthy of desire,
of trust

there is something about the way you smile that doesn’t reciprocate
with my own—
I am convinced that Poetry will either lodge you
in my heart or throw you out,
you are marked by the same obstinate longing as I.




Photo credits: Jon Tyson, vehicles on the road

Song choice: Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park (2003) 🎹

Join us as Bjorn and I host the dVerse LIVE open link event! ❤️

Posted for Open Link  #277 @ dVerse Poets Pub

Confessions of a dangerous mind

Perhaps it is my folly;
tucking away conscience beneath unswept rubble,
leather bound journals,
and era of forgotten moments that separate abalone clouds
from charcoal—
it verbalizes the shattered mirror
which we occasionally catch glimpses of the world;
this moral culpability,
these jaded lips painted fuchsia merely to put up a brave front—
I am guilty,
for how else can one explain the incessant thundering of heart?
Pull up a rusty lawn chair,
shake me and take me by the shoulders,
loving someone deeply is equivalent to being tortured;
and now I am lost,
wandering aimlessly around areas of sparse population.
I have always hated it
when authors send characters down the elevator shaft,
these honey-dipped corpses
locked away in a room where even moonbeams cannot hope to reach.
What a waste.
If only I could touch them
savor tempestuous torso before it rises past me like a host of thoughts
I am sorry, did you really think I changed?




Photo credits: Aaron Westerberg “Immersion,”oil on panel

Poem inspired by the title of movie “Confessions of a dangerous mind,” directed by George Clooney.

Lisa hosts at dVerse tonight and asks us to write inspired by the Mussenden folly or folly in general, come join us! 💝

Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Poets Pub

Sing to me with your ever-altering leaves, Autumn

Periodically, panting, the gleaming parquet floor
creaks underfoot;
pervasive thoughts halting to every urge,
like rose wine
the sense, the taste of you awakens every ounce,
every fiber of my soul-

With every changing season,
                                             I am looking for a reason.

Boastingly, brilliantly the blue sky inebriated
speaks of bravery,
as I trace circles with fingertips from lips
to collarbone,
thoroughly exploring wisps of breath;
Autumn is a time for bearing against the wind,
for introspection,
a combination of events, chances, wishes that thrill
beyond measure.

Dichotomy tells of contrasts between two things;
ebony black brooding
dove-white conviction,
I have loved you without knowing how, without
knowing when,
I cannot decide whether it’s clairvoyance or déjà vu
that draws me to your being—only
that sweet sting of syntax serves as confirmation.

Are you afraid to believe?
To embrace the aching sensuality of your thighs?
I adore their resilience,
their vulnerability, their anger, their passion, their truth
and lies.

Love iambic – Love invigorating

With every changing season,
                                  I am looking for a reason.




Photo credits: Pinterest

Peter hosts on dVerse tonight and invites us to write the sounds of our poetry. (I hope I got it right) 🙂

Posted for MTB: Let Your Words Ring Out @ dVerse Poets Pub

Late October

Poem inspired by the title of Maya Angelou’s poetic masterpiece, “Late October.”

Adumbral red this feeling;
echoes round and round the colonnade as a gospel choir,
oh how I love it so–
symptomatically, the leaves fall and kiss the ground,
as though
aware of all that goes on in my heart;

spiritual songs

                        pale heat,
                                             palmed rose

I have recognized you,
while listening to sweet rustling music that inspires
the wild pirouettes of earth-bound truths—
would that obsidian sky look on as we gaze into each other’s eyes
and become one;
fervour painted upon less than rosy lips,
you are the flower,
I am the thorn, watchful and vigilant—
seeking to make our way through on a much more somber note, 

grey life,

               dim accuracy

                                       pellucid quest

only lovers know of dilemma,
hunger for the light
I have come to know that it begins as a storm and continues
to become a poem—
can you feel the thunder within as days become colder and shorter?
I have recognized you.



Photo credits: Pinterest

Laura is our hostess at dVerse and introduces the poetry of Samuel Greenberg.
She invites us to select exactly five of the “charms” from a list taken from the poem The pale Impromptu.” 💝

Posted for Poetics: The Charms of Samuel Greenburg @ dVerse Poets Pub

Because I have studied him

Because I’ve studied him;
know exactly how it plays across chiseled features,
this wild honey,
this art of reaching into the soul merely
by listening—
it appears cloudier still,
how lips taste like every thought I’ve ever had;
this magnetic hypothesis’s efficacious
is confusing.




Photo credits: Pinterest

De is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “Magnet.”
Come join us! ❤️

Posted for Quadrille #114 @ dVerse Poets Pub

The Lost Art of Conversation

I hate small talk;
but if it means I am getting one step closer to knowing
who you really are,
then I guess it’s worth it.
Nowadays the doors are closed,
not because of incapability but simply because we choose it;
gone are the days
when people would engage in deep conversation—
favorite movie,
a casual comment on the weather;
that’s all good and relevant but what about insecurities and fears?
What about things that keep us up at night?
I’d like to think there is still a chance,
to pull a plain cheese from the oven just to make somebody laugh—
there is heaviness in apathy,
there is heaviness in silence.




Photo credits: Pinterest

Grace hosts Open Link Night at dVerse tonight.
Come join us! 💝

Posted for Open Link Night #276 @ dVerse Poets Pub