I solitudify my abodeWhen like-mindedness ceases to existI was alone, am alone, will remain aloneThen why let anyone nuisancify themselves? The door refuses to openbelling, intruding strangers recedethey need to find another victimto de-venomise crowded minds I dance, I trance, I de-react myselfI peacify my innards, till they stopthirsting or hungering – just white lightpermeates … Continue reading Vaporisation
Yes, perhaps that was youfor a brief pause where views metcoincidentally perhaps… different frames, different strokeswatering soil that roots perspectivesbranching out East and West I’m not the same person I wascommitted to forever growth-your shadow mutates someone walking besides mewho knows not where to goyet counting steps… I walk alone – stubborn and strongit was … Continue reading All that Dawned at Sunset
The crown on the head glows, but meetsmanacles on the way down fettered feet jingle all the way to courteye-witness spills the beans the shrinking moon sleeps in peacepost-purging secrets of the night dVerse Poetry Form: Breaking up the Couplet
Home was where they all knew my nameI was loved for what I was – nothing to dowith my past history or probable future“She has potential”, they lovingly saidmy father smiled, Mom shed a tear of joy Competition was intense within those wallslarge windows offered no view or reprieveeach grade mattered like the last breathnot … Continue reading Five spaces to love and hate
vulgarity being broadcastocean currents deflect the mastjammed headend responses jump out of a boxno one sees invisible lockshold headstalls the loudest voices dominatevested interests kill, berateheadworkers conspiracy theory setsimpose fears, identity threatsheadachy emptiness hunts for parking spacejump headlong into hatred raceheadshrinkers MTB: Compounding the Stem
closed doors mock my decisionsYou are blockedscreams every entrance-angry paths locked beyondswear silentlynot cuss wordsbut indifference those were not decisionsjust an escapefrom the unbearablebaggage on my back neither you nor mewere travellers with a mapnot burning with ambitionnot rowing a boatnot on the driving seatjust coasting alongwishing on stars what stares back at us todaynot … Continue reading Doors Shut
The MTB prompt at dVerse hosted by Laura Bloomsbury asks us to play with definitions. The lyrical prompt line by Bob Dylan I have chosen is I write on these spindrift pages I --- a simple pronoun, but at the centre of existenceand all conflicts in the world.(Is it possible to relate to something without … Continue reading The Journey of “I”
wrapping up the past exhausts meit’s so physicalold diaries, letters,framed picturesalbums in black and whitecollege marksheetsthe gift from my grandfathermy mother’s belongingsold, but expensive clothesI can’t fit into now the future invitesbeing so lighteverything compacted on a devicebudgets, retirement plans,a few appsitems in shopping cartsAI headshotsdrafts and outlines of booksthat live in my headword soups … Continue reading Digital is Spiritual
The line I chose is from a poem our friend Maggie wrote - The Room that Echoed Back as if each repeated idea consumeda little more spacethan it returned. My take on it in the Golden Shovel format. The theme is not the same. I've borrowed her words. Freedom for all, love and peace to … Continue reading It’s not over yet
Who delights in daylight’s reflection— slipping from invisibility into oblivion? The chandelier gathers shadows, waiting for the hand that dares to touch its darkness. It glimmers with borrowed fire, lamps feeding its fragile glow from within. Yet the chandelier remembers— the one who measured despair along the trembling borderlines of light, to illuminate. Twilight is … Continue reading The Chandelier
