Poems Archive for Emotions:

You

Daily
you pour silver in the moon
at night
glow in the sun
at daybreak
make stars come alive
against dark skies
most of the time
..
why then can you not
come again
reveal yourself
to my thirsty eyes
any which way
assuage this sore
heart often led astray
by straying…veering off
off-center
..
hand held
by grief’s
vapors’ undoing…
quick, come soon
before I swoon
in agonies
of deprivation
caused by love
of you
..
come
wearing a flute
on your divine lips
peacock feather
in dark tresses
fresh flowers
adorning thy body
all super lucky
having touched you…

sadness

and in the middle of my chaos there was you .. Nabina Das

he asked :
..
I see sunset in your eyes
a lingering grief …
why is that ..has my love fallen short?
..
She replied :

on the contrary ..your abundant love
is the reason you see sunset in my eyes
love is such a thing of beauty that it hurts
and I worry about it’s lifeline

image: via Kolory Indii

..

sharing

Let
sorrow
in my eyes
Not
deter
stay
Share
your
woes
Perchance
our hearts
May mend
together
you
Never
know
~

final diagnosis

 

Flying the Coop

imprisoned by pain
only mind over matter
will cut my chains

Standing tiptoe
Morning evening I’ve relished
secondhand Bay window views
..
most days birds atwitter
exuberantly cut patterns
Revealing skies anew
..
covey of swaying wings
Delightfully unfurl skies
flirting with cloud swell
..
Bottled moth that I am
I taste freedom’s ice cube
thus in mouth daily
..
So near so far
That is how life is
Cruelly tantalizing
..
Promise made yesterday..I too shall
spread my wings sauntering out
cutting chains of own fears’ making

..
Painting: Dali

Restoration

Not a jigsaw ….merely
a cluster of frayed bits
aping autumn leaves weaning
Off me ..mild havoc wreaked
by life’s incessant pushing

My white gloves
tint rosily as I gently lift
these bloody bits broken
off of me..gaping holes
Swiss cheese(ing) me

You say why bother
You are fine as is..doing
okay but my finicky Virgo-ness
will only be happy by whole
restoration


Healing
is an ongoing process
As I lick my wounds
sorely missing
dear departed

image : Freda Kahlo

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