this poem is journey
blaming (you)
&
blaming (me)
when our hearts are stones
we river with sands, instead of fish
when our hands are distant shores
our words are indifferent, instead of warm with care
we forget that we are not mud-carved jars
that remain unshaken by storms & turmoils
as waves rock back & forth
we crack, fall apart, feeling unbalanced
trying to swim in half-filled
or dry nothingness of land
then, think of us
as pages, empty yet inviting
as flowers, blooming in sleep
threading beads of happy & sad hours
& throwing any clumps of regrets
to murder of crows
too late or not
but as long as i'm walking
this poem is catharsis
forgiving (you)
& (hopefully)
forgiving (me)
to mighty wind sweeping
rising tides & swirling snow flurries-
i offer globe of lilies
to black birds that disappeared
in shadows of bloomless shrubs-
i offer pockets of seeds
forecast reads:
sky of roaring lions, clouds of restless starlings-
i sip my chocolate
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish. Quadrille is 44 word post, with the chosen word, SIP. Last night, we had a snow blowing advisory with Flurries and strong westerly winds with gusts of 70 to 100 km/h.
everyone else would mute
or numb their faces & bodies
still as snow full moon
while listening to music
in their headphones
but not you
you fold your arms
crosswise upon your chest
thumping in synch with your heartbeat
your fingers light as air
if only you could
strip away your heavy
drab
winter coat & boots
& sing it
sing
with butterfly wings
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i was at war with
myself & the world
i am here,
not to provoke you
despite
that i am not you
that my skin is dark rose
that my hair is thick as forest
that my tongue is quick as snake
i am here, because you have given
me compassion
& priceless gifts
that i can speak freely
that i can act and believe in my
faith and decisions
that i don't need to cover my face
nor hair if I choose not to
that i don't need to step back
for someone else to go in
first
favored
i am here, because you made me
see that sky is blue
not charcoal in dust or gunpowder
see that streets are clean
not mired in holes or littered by dead
bodies, whose faces i knew
whose lives i knew
whose nightmares I heard
see my reflection upon the emerald lake
underneath this scarred face & body
...a fire in my eyes
...a sword my hands move
to grasp
i am here.
thank you for a new
beginning
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Thanks for the visit.
a young man sits beside my table
in food court, without ordering
just twirling & examining his
hands, as if he is reading
private letter, sacred
to himself
while everyone else eyes are glued
to their phones
i think of delicate glass
bubbling underneath
i think of colors swirling on canvas
as his hands clasp, unclasp & fall
raindrops
on sea of screens & french
fries & plastic
cups
he leaves quietly
nonchalantly, one last look
(before disappearing with the rolling crowd)
eyes
of lost bird
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I.
Where the leaves are still
as air and water
grows in darkness -
my breath, (in)visible -
II.
Where my palms are brittle
cold as snow drops, i close my eyes -
there's an invisible layer
the ink traces
& runs
where my words could not-
III.
Where my clothes are plain
my hair tied in bun
i am a bird with lightning feathers
i am the song, you can't catch
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Theme is Invisible, hosted by Merril D. Smith
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