Lost words

colors and patternsspeak, yet leave things open tointerpretationwe communicate onlywith standardized symbols I spend the night hunting for lost words. I dream of failure to deliver on a writing project, because I lose a clue. It’s a syllable falling short somewhere, or a synonym not found. The antonym is too aggressive and throws me into … Continue reading Lost words


A few thoughts

I learn what’s goodonlywhen confronted with evilelseI’m passed off asjust okayor a has-beenwho could have done better parameters changewith environmenthow good or badI really am? a survival strategycounts as crimemy right to existcircumvented by law Does intent countor the damage?my upbringingor educationor just the stinging slapafter doing something? reborn in non-human bodiesI may commit heinous … Continue reading A few thoughts

Let me lie low

let me lie low, when I'm at peacelet me not my anger releaseI don't want suppressed rage to showmy dark side- to do as I pleaseI'm silent, no tantrums to throwwhen I'm at peace, let me lie low https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/24/poetry-form-sparrowlet/ https://dversepoets.com/2022/03/03/dverse-open-link-night-311-golden-wait/


the lump in my throat grows a new spike every day can’t swallow or eject It injects venom through a new spike every day to induce negativity the mind can’t reject thoughts stored in cells encounter spikes every day they can’t eliminate but just act… https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/08/mtb-the-body-poetry/ https://dversepoets.com/2021/04/15/open-link-290-live-edition/

Narcissist colors

her arrogance painted in wine on walls pushes him deeper in agony submerged in blues - a peculiar shade not of his choice purple drinks of superciliousness greet visitors -as they long  for vibrant vibes or peaceful whites In their humble abodes I see dark shadows  entwined in leafy greens as I take a flight … Continue reading Narcissist colors


Death, unveil yourself don’t hide behind  A need to scare living lights out of weak minds…. Death, reveal yourself in the glory of renewal as the opportunity one always wished for but never had… Death, heal yourself You are painted black only by those  who refuse to see beyond Death, peel yourself to display layers … Continue reading Death


ink blots on pages of time changing colours teasing in mutant shapes telling stories which are not mine the pen  between my fingers asks what to write… A newspaper column A lightning ghazal or truth inscribed on stone? It’s all meaningless after my name Is wiped out colors, shapes of inkblots hidden tales will all … Continue reading Inkblots

Fourteen Lines

I'd missed the prompt from Frank Hubeny, https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/07/doubly-perfect-fourteen-lines/ so decided to give it a shot here. they see ice crystalsthey etch a facethey give me a namebut that is not me they etch a faceunaware of rage withinbut that is not me-I burn in resentment unaware of rage withinthey see ice crystals-I burn in resentmentthey … Continue reading Fourteen Lines