I remember how expressions changed whenI expressed an opinion-non-aligned-unconventional I remember how they squirmed whenreminded of their irrelevance-non-contribution-unfairness I remember how doors were slammed shutbefore I knewI couldn’t squeeze in my irregular shapeand the size of my IQinto preconceived boxesthey treasured and preserved for decades-boxes with magic mirrorsthat made them look goodbut switched rolesif a … Continue reading I will remember
colors hauntask for new patternsexpressionun-alignedto vision of the artist-but through his toolkit The painting is entitled “Mme Kupka among Verticals” and was painted in 1910-11 by Frantisek Kupka OLN at dVerse
A fold of paper, never creased,No ink to trace the heart’s release.The words you wrote, I’ll never knowThey vanished where the lost winds blow. The postmark faded, never stamped,Your voice a ghost, the edges damp.I hold the space where it should beA letter lost, yet haunting me. dVerse - OLN#395
I want a dressthat changes colourto crack my perceptionand yourslet it show a different shadeby mixing colours-a hue thatneither names menor reflects youbut the interactionwith unsaid words-a tintI watchbut don’t touch I want a dressthat gets me labelleda chameleonfor it revealsmyriad versions of me-unapologetic-unassuming-unmoved I want a dressthat provides spaceto float and flowgo high or … Continue reading Is it a dress or something else?
There’s someone out therein the intensive care unitmoving between two worldsinducing anxietyand a little fatiguewith the uncertainty-we stopped countingdays or weeksbut the mounting hospital bill speaks I reflect on the relationshipShe said her life was perfectand made listeners feelinadequate I think about how shatteredloved ones would feel without her-I take pride in my other-nesslove for … Continue reading On the Verge
The moon was but a chin of goldA night or two ago…-It grows full like an expectant motherpost-partum deflation is what I dreadfor I can’t find what it chose to shed it enriches the starsdeprives the Earththe sky shares lightbut not the source What do they fear?A multitude of godswalking the Earthdestroying mysterywriting new storiescreating … Continue reading Insecure
it's my perspectiveit feels like eternal truthtill it clashes withanother eternal truthrewind the thought clock to findthe terrain has changed - that's life OLN #388
she cracks upto watch him floatingin dark stormswearing starsto meet Bliss beyond the skieshorizons defined OLN at dVerse
Wordsescape neural pathwaysto find their place in the worldbefore I can incarcerate them on a page Wordsdisappear in the nightcaptured by someone in the name ofsynchronicity; employed in another story Wordschoose their owners and stories;Not everyone looks up the Synonyms pageNot every word is found when you need it most Wordsjoin context and expressionsto play … Continue reading Words
disproportionate disappointmentDid I underestimate evilOr overestimate goodwill?Did one go out the doorBefore its antithesis entered?Something is off-kilter for sureI don’t feel like myselfAnd you certainlyare missing from the scene… OLN #383 at dVerse Poets' Pub
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