You unfold in my memory
like winter cuts
that appear out of nowhere
recognized only through pain
Category: Free Verse Poetry
Separate Dinners
We make separate dinners
side by side
on the same stove every night
Carefully navigating through
our pots and pans
It’s amazing how flawlessly
our utensils never come in each other’s way
I can smell the aroma of your dish
You can hear the sizzle of mine
We use the same ingredients from different packets
The pile of dishes is always bigger than it should be
it’s funny they get washed together, though
At least at the end of the day there is a clean kitchen
Who knew?
We could co-exist like that
Even Today
Even today
When my skin tingles
The voice in my mind gets
too loud or too silent
My heart boards the turbo train
and threatens to get off track
I look for you
Miles of time
Sore truths
Salt lines dried out
Smiling old memories
A closure too late
Hanging between us
Even today
I look for you
Light one in your heart
Tonight as you blow the candle
light one in your heart
of love and laughter
courage and warmth
flickering compassion
let it catch fire
in the years to come
let it be
your Bright, filling the dark
let a lonely soul
stand in your glow
shower
burn out
light one, again
Comity
No longer vexed
by the sand tickling our naked feet
we sit by the beach
throwing stones over the stretched waters
forgetting the ones that drowned
rejoicing the ones that skipped
one, two, three or seven times
making the best of the moonlight
Oh! Little Warrior!
You are still not over it
If the mere sound of it
activates a warning bell
like in a war zone
Run! Run! Run!
Oh! Little Warrior!
wait
stop
breathe
look
it’s dark, but keep looking
you will find it, the light
settle in
it’s going to be a while
keep a watch
don’t let go
until it speaks to you
your light was always inside you
Hey, little firefly!
“See, you did it!”
Toxic
Your love is the toxin
that burned my blood
but kept running in my veins
Rediscovered Love
Two pretty pencils; one red, one yellow
Sitting in a jar right in my view
Reacquainted with them last Sunday
Like an old player out of practice
Found them doodling, gliding across the page
not in angry haphazard mazes
but colors of a full blown spring
Tips pointing, not towards you not towards me
but upwards like a bird preparing for flight
Creating and recreating
not boxes to contain
but wings to fly
2B, 6B, 1H, 4H, HB
hard or soft worked just fine
Fell in love with pencils again
They still draw
not lines but words.
It’s amazing to to make peace with things you thought you will never be able to look at again. One does found love again. Just keep looking for the light and once you find it, keep following it. Perspectives do change. Hang in there! 🙂 Love n Peace.
Through
The yellow keeps
resting on the skin
distant; out of reach
Cut through!
seep;
flow in my veins
disturb;
the nucleus of my bones
bleed;
all numb, all blue
Captive
Resided in dark
long enough to fall
in love
It’s hard to let go
of your light
BitterSweet 