submerged sunflowersdo call me at nightsuffocated within apartment wallsbreathless in air-conditioning my child learns to drawbutterflies and flowerswe go to the parkon a study excursionand suddenly sunflowers bloom againfrom mind’s deep recessesinto sunlight-my childhoodcomes back to life Revisiting O'Keeffe II dVerse
Applause grows louderwhen you share articlesyou never bothered to read,yet recommendas wisdom worth following. Conviction sounds strongestwhen repeating opinionspolished by the crowd,never testedagainst the friction of thought. The greatest fraudsrarely deceive others first;They perfect the artof rehearsing lies untilperformance is seen as character Truth collects no followers.It simply waits,patient as a climberfor every mask to … Continue reading Patience is Reverence
The half-humans you label for future interactionsWhere do their significant parts go?angst, hurt, indignationdeliberate lack of recognition elephants judged on abilityto climb trees or flysilently resolve to crush you somedaythen you label rampage as madnessthey were not meant to fit in your cubbyholesand they never willinsanity is just a level of existencebeyond your caged mindsets … Continue reading Demons
The calendar says Sundayonly an intern hanging aroundno doctors will visitthe tubes look relaxedwanting to leave me I stop looking at the white ceilingwith trapped yellow lightsand whirring white fansand look out of the windowA bed on this corner is a boon,but I don’t rememberwhen I stopped counting good A tiny Straggler Daisyhas found its … Continue reading The Straggler Daisy
fragments of hope and dreamsstitched together in a patterndesigned to vocaliseall that was left unsaidstructured to open windowsthat let breathetexturised to give a viewof the world outsidenot wholebut just enough to createsome more patterns Fabric of the psycheA silent spongeDrinks perspectivesreshaping itselfinto imprintsbut remainsporous to hope,dreaming new skies. Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says The Met … Continue reading Porosity
