Tag: poetry

The Awakening

The lure of our becoming pulses through the universe Our heart is the dwelling place of the being through which we are through which I am Each...

The Beauty Prophet

I am a master work of art in motion; A simple, elegant animation Of form and function. Connoisseurs of striking beauty Savor the perpetual grace And refined appearance Of my...

A Chiaroscuro of Grief and Grace

Father, did you turn the rain to snow to please me in my grieving for you are up there in the sky now, and I wonder if...

The Leaves I Thought–1433

The leaves I thought Were talking to me But really now It's the wind Speaking in soft nuances Of jasmine, sandalwood, And the palm Of love to be, love that was And that...

Woe of the Spirit

After all the distorted facts and drama unfolds She walks by smirking and taunting me still Trying to push my buttons to get me to react I...

The Living One

As a mirror was crafted in front of me, An overwhelming sensation consumes a now swollen heart. Joy and bitterness reflect each other as yin and...

The Sun Within My Heart

You are the wind Your voice the sweet sound of rain, sounds like a bell in my ears. You are the sun and the moon. Your personality...

Let’s Walk

let's walk down Franklin Avenue hand in hand and we won't part for anyone not the man who might be drunk not the old lady in a burka...

little sisters of the poor

a small gift is easier to accept for this you can hold in one hand. anything larger should have celestial dimensions; the moon, the path back to paradise,...

love in a time of poverty

I have known love by another name, turned to song, battered and reluctant, surfacing for air in just a few words. distracted by memories of another life. I...

Look, Listen

Look, though you know by now that I have, body and soul, been broken again and again and again, I am all right. It says so. Right here. It's a surprise, having seen what I have seen, that...

Nepenthe

A child is abused And the groundwork is laid For a debit of love that can never be paid The body matures But the heart and the mind Of...

bird watching in the city

there is only what you bring with you when you go. feathers rustle brightly room to room. raising up the dust to catch stray reflections of passive light. the...

Vox Populi

A pencil scratches this paper with periods and dashes. But a dash and a period so short and sudden, their charcoal soul can hardly...

Tallness

I wrapped my palm around the bamboo reed, pushed it And it swayed: reluctantly, gracefully slow motion delay. I shook the reed as hard as I could And...

unsubstantiated rumours

I want an unusual completeness, completely, if I should find myself walking before angels. I don't want to be found outside of prayer. I want to be...

Mid-Morning Daydreams

The warmth of your energy softens the rough edges of mine, An energy worn out by many of life's struggles. From everyday little events to a...