Legacy

It is the same houseonce inhabited by generositynow plundered by successors-they’ve taken awayvalues and wishes of harmonyprinciples and precious belongings heat of argumentspervades the airwispy strands of warmthdisappear into oblivion legacies do not definethey degenerate.. dVerse Quadrille

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Lull

I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away. News channels are abuzz with political conflict … Continue reading Lull

Response: MTB- Critique and Craft

To MarkLet the poetic sound of moons and stars invade your night thoughts to give you sweet dreams always for in your dreams lies the happiness you truly want. hope you enjoy the book Michelle I’m limited; I’m humanMay God be with youThrough stars, moon or sunLet radiance permeate you I see you as the … Continue reading Response: MTB- Critique and Craft

Suspended

No Sun; No Moonthick creamy days dissolvein dense charcoal nightsWe need to generate itWhatever’s called lightNo hunt; no fightNo sheers; no white faltering stepsscan sidewalkseyes adapt slowlyto dusky shadesIn witching hoursNo day; No nightNo horizon; no twilight trust reinventinghabits meltingIn unheard zonesshapes emergingfrom depths unknownNo pits; no heightsNo sky; no flights dVerse Poetics No-vember

I know who killed me

I know who killed mebut that’s not youfifty shades of greyor maybe morestopped you fromappreciatingdifferent hues I know who killed mebut that’s not youThe Lonely Ladywanted alignmentyou got swept awayignored my hungerfor all things new I know who killed mebut that’s not youThe Showgirlsflaunted wealthhated my guts and witshining through I know who killed mebut … Continue reading I know who killed me

She died yesterday

She died yesterday.  The priest chants mantras irrelevant to the essence of her life. She stood for freedom and path-breaking ideas. Rituals are about beating a trodden path with sticks shaped out of a murdered tree. Those who pray for the soul to rest in peace know not that she exists beyond their reach - … Continue reading She died yesterday

Memory

Why focus on wealth or beauty?It can be crass or superficialThoughts, manners make youwhat you are, what you’ll be It’s all in the total personalitythe only thing that’s beneficialensure that it’s deeply ingrainedThen where am I without memory? How could you miss the criticalityof something that can’t be artificialI am what I am - as … Continue reading Memory

When the marble broke

a careless construction workerdamaged the marble templeinstalled with love on your grave the news chipped awaya piece of my heartthen I hear a voicethe soul is whole… you don’t live in thereit’s a place constructedto give me emotional succorwhen I’m down and outto honor myself withloyalty badgesto tell the worldlove is immortal It sure is … Continue reading When the marble broke