being connected at the rootsacknowledged but joining hands makes me claustrophobic I need my freedom to move and act my way though I may have imbibed a lot from the soil… .. that’s you …. Mom .. that’s … all that I’ve ever been a part of https://scvincent.com/2019/05/16/thursday-photo-prompt-wicker-writephoto/
royalty earned through sweat and toil not by virtue of birth so, don’t recoil…. I place my faith again I worship, I follow I expect miracles from gods not hollow Am I repeating the original sin -being convinced by arguments akin? do I choose a promise or call to action analyse, ask … Continue reading Original Sin
potential-the word gives so much of hope is scary at the same time with its uncertainty -what if expectations are misplaced -what if blame is led at my door for possible failure and disappointment knocks unexpectedly fear keeps me awake hope keeps me half-alive optimism is a mindset pessimism appears closer home Life in … Continue reading Potential
the sun speaks to me every morningwhile the moon sulkswanting to pull me backin the uncertaintiesof a waxing and waning worldI choose lightI choose visibilityshadows turning to silhouettesthen faces with expressionstelling different storiestwo phases of the same worldI need to fill colorsin shadowy silhouettesI need to hear soundsfrom the world I inhabitand create music frombreathing sounds … Continue reading Unrelenting
you did it again divert pouring rain to me water flows under that bridge of yonder unstopped I count raindropsthe clock ticks away time https://dversepoets.com/2019/04/25/poetry-form-lai-and-lai-nouveau/
I left a few things behind Will you pack those for me? devices I can’t live without hand-held, and the one on the shelf my bottle of perfume cheek and lip stains a bunch of keys you never knew where they led I’ve carried the credit cards you may chuck out the rest … Continue reading Room with a view
This is about three women from the epic Ramayan - Sita who has to walk through fire to prove her purity. Yet, she is banished to the forest a few years later with her sons, for an aspersion cast on her character by a washerman. Valmiki's Ramayan is written during her anonymous stay in the … Continue reading What happened to Shupnakha
