Dont lose yourself
In the cloud or silver lines
You just gotta feel
your feelings sometimes
Glass half empty
Or glass half full
Till you’re dizzy
From the roller coasters and pull
You don’t have to live
In a world of extremes
Sometimes you dont gotta
Be happy or sad
You gotta just be.
I romanticize love
Walks
Stars
And letters
Coffee
Tea
Wheat
And feathers
Hurricanes
Rain
Thunder
The weather
If only I would romanticize
Taking care of myself
And feeling better.
He eats gravel
Chews on stone
Crunching crunching
On rock harder than bone
He swallows big mouthfuls
Out on the street
If you’re out driving
Then you might just meet
You’ll be going along
And feel a loud bump
Followed by your back tire
Complaining with a thump
You’ll ask yourself
What could make such a hole?
Torn up pavement
Such a sight to behold.
Your annoyance is apparent
A foul mood you foster
For many a times you have met
The pothole monster
Truth is a battered woman,
Trampled beneath people’s feet.
After all, you can pick her flavor?
Savory, salty, or sweet?
Nothing is ever absolute
Except for that statement.
Fear of responsibility is the root,
Of this disease that has spread
That will murder your morality
And choke truth dead.
Because if there is a right,
It would cause a conundrum,
That we avoid with all our might.
But I’m afraid the world sings this song
That if there is a right,
There must be a wrong.
So if you are on the way
And you happen upon truth
Wrap her up and hold close
Feed her at your table
And she’ll show you what you treasure most
Digging through dirt and dust
Bones and broken pottery,
Shards and rust.
I seek truth and secrets true
A discipline kept
By very few.
In my work,
I search for one thing
Between the cracks of walls it lurks
As I work, it becomes clear,
That on sentence,
“Someone was here.”
I’m just full of good news these days (fingers crossed I’m not jinxing myself by stating that).
Anyways! Fun Announcement time!
My work has been featured on a lovely podcast “Expressions & Definitions” featuring Nicole Renee. This podcast covers poetry, specifically poetry themed around love. A few weeks back, Nicole contacted me and asked if I would be willing to have my work featured and to do an interview with her. It seemed like a wonderful opportunity so I ended up saying, “yes”.
A huge thanks to Miss Nicole. Her feedback was so thoughtful and the interview felt so comfortable while simultaneously thoughtful. My work is featured and read on the February 16, 2022 podcast and my interview will be coming out on the 21st.
I highly encourage you to check out Expressions & Definitions in general as it is a thoughtful podcast that could possibly introduce you to a variety of new poets and works that you would have otherwise not found. A link to her blog can also be found here. I definitely encourage you to stop by her blog and show her some support and love!
Alrighty! I think that’s a wrap! Thanks for stopping by to listen to my good news! Have a lovely day!
Where does the river go?
Tell where exactly does it flow?
Where does the river call its home?
Where does the river go?
I hope it can take me there someday.
I wish the river would carry me away.
A modern day Moses, carried from the fray.
I hope the river takes me there someday.
a rose turned to a daisy,
“I envy the sunflower for its unapologetic presence
and the way it shines bravely
in a world much too fond of understatement.
I wish my petals were a bright as she.”
a sunflower turned to an iris,
“I envy the rose’s delicate beauty
and thorns that ware off bad intentions
and those who only love her for her bloom.
I wish my petals were as rich as she.”
Hello, hello, one and all! I have been tagged once again, much to my delight. Stara over at The Pool of Thoughts was kind enough to tag me to participate in the December Vibes Poetry Contest!
Poetry is something I do on and off on this blog so I thought, why not? It’s snowing outside and I have nothing else to do but sit by the fire and write. A solid day if you ask me.
Many thanks to the creators Khushi and Kunjal who are also known as the DuoDisseminators for creating this contest!
RULES
You are a winter breeze,
That blows right through me
And covers my bones with icicles.
This love feels like cold sheets
And numb fingers
Ever stretching to feel warmth
That is not there.
Words cold like snowflakes,
Pelting against my face
And catching in my lashes.
Darling,
You are Beautiful
And so cold.
I fell in love with December,
With it’s sparkling frost
And mysterious silence.
I did not see the sharp ice
Or the howling wind
That tears at my skin.
I did not heed my mother’s warning
Of Wintry Lovers.
Suhani, Devangi, Nikszine, EEshani, & Katie!
Hope everyone is enjoying their winter!
These bones feel hollow
The wind blows through my chest
This suit of armor is supposed to protect
But in it, it is hard to rest
The breeze whistles through my helmet
Is it in there, I wonder?
I hid it long ago,
When I had torn it asunder
Neath plates of metal
I hid it away, lest it be torn apart
But I really wonder if its there now,
A tin man, with no heart.
By the Brooke 