The stream (all workshops)
Without you, loneliness.
Without you, unplowed fields of sorrow.
With you, a discovery
that life is better,
so much better
than without you.
"I'm jittery"
a sigh
and sharp cold
sunlight falling
from the gentle
swell of cheek
like a golden
tear
collapse in
a seizure
an ivory ragdoll
dance
of death defying
detrium
the television
recites its pitch
throwing the phantom
glow and its rich
voice across us
huddled like crash
survivors on faded
carpeted landscape
"ffffffttttt!" you murmur
stirring limbs
~
In a most, colorful shade of brightness
on a winternoon;
with the shadows hardly bothering, at all;
the air's got a bite
as day ready's for night,
causing mercury levels to fall.
~
There's this chilliness inside the brightness
on a winternoon;
continuing to persist, to convince;
on a journey, Sol goes
causing shadows to grow,
one can watch Sol retreat, if one squints.
~
A silent white shadow
A ghost on the breeze
Adrift in the air
I sail through the trees
A phantom a spectre
I scare girls and boys
In the darkness of night
An uncanny noise
Their eyes wide and staring
They listen for me
Envisioning demons
Or ghostly banshee
I’m spooky I’m scary
And what’s more, to boot
I’m an owl I don’t care
I just don’t give a hoot
Had fights on silly matters,
Taught to handle situations better,
Cared always be it any season,
Without any selfish reason,
Equals father, mother,
A special gift given by god known as brother.
Transcendent
The wind carries me
across the face
of the ample full moon,
so pregnant with light,
it looks likely to burst.
wind, robust and hearty,
chasing the clouds rapidly,
obliquely, and temporarily
obscuring Luna's face,
then clearing it once again.
I ride the currents
with heart in throat,
trying to sing my pleasure,
but it comes out
a resonant hum,
reverberating throughout
my entire being.
I sense the light waves
as they caress and saturate my soul.
If we could sit down for one Christmas dinner,
together,
after all the years
had converged and split our hearts
into yesterday,
if we could gather around the table,
sit down before we lose our balance,
drunk with the wine of forgiveness
after all the tears have been wept
and still be blown away by the constant wind,
the angry sea calming, the moon smiling
jagged cuts on our faces,
the bleeding
from the inside out stopped with the
sweet fullness of time,
Through the forest,
sunrise,
a severed heart
ascends and
writes its epiphany
you asleep as I
agonize this poem,
we slept
far away
from open arms
I yearn for
someone I did
not know
daylight
poems fall
away
in the silence
I would not know
until the dream
of you I had taken off
like a blanket
of white
dogs bark in the distance
between us.
I thought there would be more,
to this poem, I thought we could
never fall in love.
Bravo Foxtrot Juliet down, over!
Deafening silence struck
Realities eclipsed in the actual
The nation mourn in numbness
Locked up emotions
Gripped the people
With induced insanity
Fear fuelled the outrage
Tears mingled with blood
Rain washed down the sacrifices
Into the womb of the earth
On the farmland of Tunga Madaki
As one drinks water after a meal
Charred remains of corpses
Headless bodies and limbs
Scattered across the savannah
Moments before the windshield
Were healthy humans
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