boundaries matterpain often finds its addressthrough doors left unlocked What Do You See #366
Barriers
Redefine
pressure mountsdeadlines loom largetime zones bleed borders dissolvemy friend from Kazakhstantranslates my work spirit goes awryletters perfect; it's AInot intelligence Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge no. 89
Being Human
not every summitrests upon the highest rockI pause, interactwonders of being humanarrive, before arriving moonrocks dropluminous windowstell storiesof the skyincarcerated sunraysrocky paths ahead What Do You See #365
Final Moments
my broken parts inside bags, known only to meget rattled by mockery, abuse and reactI encase them in covers, pretty and inertto flatter unnamed others; to silence my depths appreciated masks preen, assumed perfectionharmonious avatars disguise turbulencethe end of celebration demands peaceful sleeppeeled layers of approval fall by the wayside Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. … Continue reading Final Moments
God’s Third Eye
somethingis about tochange options foreverit may be a regime - see cloudsparting call itrevolutionor mass awakeningGod's Third Eye flutters to expresssupport Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #87
Physiology of Maternal Love
Don’t break my heart.It learned your shape in the park,and has called it home ever since. Don’t break my heart.Blood may map the past,but your touch named my world. Don’t break my heart.One hug eclipsed ancestryand made a future out of skin and light. The physiology of touch and love outweighs genealogy – anytime, anywhere. … Continue reading Physiology of Maternal Love
Trained Vision
Arjuna, the Archer, convinces his guru that he sees nothing but his target placed on a tree – the toy parrot’s eye. The student is well on his path to becoming a legendary warrior, with directed vision. A soldier once shared that they are trained to press the trigger on command, not think. For if … Continue reading Trained Vision
Fluttering Heart
The highlighted text calls again from fluttering pages. I can’t be caught on the wrong foot, while talking to a person I’ve admired for decades. fluttering pages callsteps trace imagined voices,doorways turn to truth My favourite author has moved to a place closer to mine. It feels strange, as mentally, I’ve always felt closer than … Continue reading Fluttering Heart
Evenings
HAIKU branches bid goodbyesilently drop yellow leavesmoon reflects colours KIMO how many seasons rolled off the earth's edgebreathing unheard stories; palelight invites life's evening Tanka Tuesday No. 83
Life Lessons
life teachesthe hardest lessonswhen you can'tbe yourselfbut live a life designed bypeople you don't like Poetics Tuesday
