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
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
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Privilege, hosted by Anmol (HA). I admire my adopted country, Canada, for being in forefront of defending and advocating for women rights like the Yazidi women who survived ISIS and the Saudi teen escaping Saudi Arabia.
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 Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit.
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 Thanks for the visit.