I am stranded
In your love
Surrounded by
Your oceans
That always seem to be
Caught in a storm.
Every day ,
I scan your horizon
for a boat, even though
I don’t even know
If I want to be rescued.
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Tag Archives: Poem
Changing Times
Were you aware
The ordinary moments
Your life changed?
Or is it only in the wisdom
Of hindsight
You see the magic
Spilling out of those
Seemingly everyday
Events?
Your Shadow
Your shadow
Is casting a disproportionate
Reflection on the brick wall
Of our prison. It is as though
A piece of you is not here
With me. Like…
You cut it loose to find
Freedom
Somewhere else.
Longing for Light
Like a premature February Flower
She turned and twisted
Adjusted to any light and warmth
Offered by the moody
unpredictable sun.
The nuances of Freedom
The nuances of freedom
slips away
When we try to tame it
To suit the time we live in.
Tears will belong to the sea
Where does the wind come from?
What is that celestial sound ringing in our ears?
Who knows if the first thing created was a board
where our fates could be chalked out,
or an unsharpened pencil placed
in our illiterate hands?
What we do know is that the flame
will always belong to the fire,
as tears will belong to the sea,
and we … we will keep cascading our lives
into the hands that lift the future
from the downtrodden ground.
The sum of our loveless days
The morning air has been
whipped into frost to mend the
Barrenness of broken paths,
Sunned to death by the sum of
Our loveless days.
Reaching branches, sketched by
Dawn, break black and rise out of that
White and gray sea
Where farmers gather rivers
into veins to thin out
Our sorrows.
