In shape of our hearts
27 March 2020
Remember
The chirping robin?
When it came
From within
Heartbeats paired with rising spring
Composed song to sing
The dewdrops
Parallel to lash
Bated breath
Composure
Of beating lungs exposure
Strength of heart measure
Drawn insight
Stealth within the light
The darkness
Now vivid
Shining lighthouse all imparts
In shape of our hearts
Reading of the poem:
A Scene Of La Seine – Yuhki Kuramoto
Lake Louise II – Yuhki Kuramoto
Shape of Love – Yuhki Kuramoto
They run through rivers
23 March 2020
Did you feel
My waking anthem?
It speaks not
It fears not
It crawls alive down mountains
Measured in sentence
The wet tides
They crave beaten shores
Where I dance
Unison
Downtrodden path of danger
The will a stranger
I heed not
The hushed countenance
The words packed
In bosom
Now descending in quivers
They run through rivers
Reading of the poem:
Hush now don’t explain – Billie Holiday
When dark contains sight
21 October 2018
Within a day dream
I gather features of past
In ribbons of kites
Sunshine awakens
Contentment a numbness sought
Shutting out the light
The breath a constraint
Recollections dark matter
Regrets confinement
There flies a small space
Extending light particles
Between you and me
I breathe in hollow
Extensions of my soul seep
Into the twilight
The play of shadows
A riddle for the seeker
When dark contains sight
Reading of the poem:
Space song – Beach house
Sad sighs in between
October 1, 2018
From your bosom’s share
You gave me a piece of sun
Dazzling in bright frame
In free gift of self
Willingly you gave me light
Through dark winter night
Nights and days relayed
Sensations everlasting
Heart at the center
Head preoccupied
Thoughts roaming free now unwind
Windmills in the mind
From my toil and care
I gave you a piece of moon
Reflected in eyes
In poet’s retort
Unknowingly I gave spleen
Sad sighs in between
Reading of the poem:
Anamorphic – Lights & Motion
On the river bank
16 September 2018
The woods’ outline was cool and comforting against the blue skies in the scorching heat that she could feel rise to a peak level again. She moved swiftly towards it and gladly delved into the first cluster of roots and leaves that lay at the outskirts of the woods. Her skin feverishly welcomed the dew that fell off the leaves onto her arms. She stooped further as a heavy branch hid the way to the inside of the woods and crossing underneath it reached a small clearing.
The air was filled with the smell of moss growing all around under the trees. The smell of it felt like heaven to her after her time in the city. There was also a strong smell of burnt wood and she wondered where it came from. She ventured further into the woods following the smell of the burnt wood until she arrived to another clearing and found a tree that had been split into two, visibly struck by lightning, the two sides charred and fallen to the ground. The center of the tree was still fuming a bit and she could sense humming all around it.
She looked around and saw a swarm of bees all around the neighbouring trees. She wondered whether they had been in the tree before it had been burnt down. She was a little apprehensive on whether the bees would attack her as they seemed quite restless but they only circled around her and never dived upon her to sting her. The way they were hovering around, they seemed to be dancing and she found that quite odd. Suddenly they stopped their movement and after a few seconds they flew in group towards a spot at the end of the clearing.
She ran after the bees, eager to see what had drawn them there. In the distance she could see lights flickering. She wondered if there were people in the woods out here like her to escape the heat of the city. She hid behind one of the trees near the end of the clearing and watched intently as the lights drew closer. She realised that the lights were coming over a stretch of water that started at the end of the clearing. She looked further and found out that it was actually a large river. The lights came over the edge of the river and stopped on the river bank.
She came out of her hiding place behind the trees and stared curiously at the lights. There seemed to be nothing holding them up there, not even an insect. She reached out to the lights and could feel a tingling feeling at the tip of her fingers. The river bank softly gave way under her feet and she seemed to be sinking as she could no longer feel the earth underneath. At the same time, the lights seemed to move closer to her or perhaps she was moving closer to hem. She could feel their warmth as they engulfed her…
The river on the sky – Stive Morgan
Show me an arrow
13 September 2018
We bask in the light
Summer suns a safe haven
Winter a shadow
Within chronicles
Yesterday’s dreams are waning
Particles of dust
Wandering crows meet
Blackened rooftops gain a shade
Crafty black in black
Blue ribbons scatter
Red garlands will drag along
Skies a jigsaw frame
I gather moonbeams
Pale lilies in the pond glow
Infinite glitter
Show me an arrow
I will show you bleeding bows
Harvests are meager
Fingers summon years
Tireless practice in the aim
Center of the heart
Reading of the poem:
Straight to the Heart – Sina Vodjani
Death converts to life
8 September 2018
Highways will lead North
Where fog and sea surrender
Intimate lacing
Wish upon my bones
Call to the elders that know
Stories of caskets
Moonbeams grow shadows
Within heart of the meadows
Fairies live prancing
Hold my gaze to skies
Illuminate my bosom
Rose insulates me
Lightning bears a door
In between threads and the bolt
A crack reveals light
Invert destinies
Redress stories of duress
Death converts to life
Reading of the poem:
Don’t let me down ft Daya – The Chainsmokers
The Edge of the Light
24 June 2018
There is dark
On the road to Home
It revives
Surprises
When we feel that we’re alone
It cloaks us like ink
We reach brink
Of our own limits
Fortune tells
Unheard Tales
The faithless the self impales
Carry no crosses
Heartbeats still
Raging fires cease
The disease
Self made ache
We commit the same mistake
Over and over
Withered eyes
Seek out the lanterns
Look outside
Not inside
Curtains ruffle as they slide
Concealing outcomes
The Light shines
I hold it within
Starry skies
Breath that cries
Outreach of my inner depths
When the will wavers
Seek the star
When the night is dark
Like a spark
It will guide
Know that in darkness you ride
The Edge of the Light
Reading of the poem:
Shine a Light – Banners
« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton
Fireflies in the sky
7 March 2018
The road was getting darker as she drove further into the wilderness. Looking back into the rear view mirror she could see the city fading behind her. Soon the city lights would all be gone. She pondered whether she should continue on this road as there were no street lights. She realised that if she got lost here there would be nobody to turn to help for as not many people chose to go through this road, especially at this time of the night.
As if in answer to her internal question, a small light flickered ahead and she thought it to be a good omen. Surely there would be a few people ahead of her whom she could ask for help if she were to get stranded on these external routes. She pressed the pedal and sped toward the source of the light which flickered before it went out. Her doubts returned again but she decided to carry on all the same. All around her she could feel the desert slowly closing in on her as the road branched into smaller desert paths.
She drove on in almost pitch black except for where her headlights cleared a path in the black of the night. At times she was not even sure anymore that she was still on the path except for the fact that she could feel hard ground under the wheels. She decided to pay special attention to the feel of the road and to return in case she felt the front wheels touch any sand. She was aware that if she got stuck in the sand here there would be little chance of her getting out of it before the morning.
She marveled at how just a few kilometers away from the heart of a buzzing city full of nightlife one could go to such pitch black silence. In the distance she could hear the hum of the electrical posts that were relaying life saving electricity to the residents of the city. She thought to herself that while people could use candlelight to replace the bulbs in case of an outage nobody could do anything against the heat if such a thing were to happen. She remembered the month in July when her air conditioner had been out of service and the landlord had taken weeks to repair it. Each day had then been like a journey into hell and her helper had had to change the bedsheets every day.
She noticed a flicker again in the sky and decided to drive in its direction. The tiny flicker grew a bit and was joined by other flickers that started to grow in size as she drove nearer. She could see in the distance an outline of trees with the flickers just above the treetops. She hastened towards the point where all the flickers seemed to converge, anxious to find out where the flickers came from. Soon she reached the end of the desert path which then turned into sand. She took out the torch light from the glove compartment and proceeded toward the source of the flickering light.
After a few meters, she came into what seemed like a growth of several palm trees and other trees she could not identify. At the top of the trees she could see hundreds of them flickering in the sky. It was like a cosmic dance of light and she realised that the flickering was from fireflies. The sky was full of them. She wondered how the fireflies had gotten here and then decided to enjoy the sight without further questions. She raced back to the car and took out the mat that she kept there. She unfolded it on the ground and lay on it, gazing up at where the fireflies in the sky competed with the light of the stars. It was the first time in a long while that she could actually see the stars. The fireflies with the backdrop of the stars was so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes as she lay back gazing at the illuminated sky.
Fireflies – Owl City
Into a New Age
29 October 2017
Fairy dance
Nibbles at my feet
At Midnight
Witching hour
Time opens up the flower
Petal at a Time
I blow rhyme
She blows the bubbles
They reach me
In music
Overcoming the rubble
Of a life crumbling
Frame tumbling
Hastiness reflects
Intentions
Set so deep
Inside Heart promises keep
What the mind rejects
Send me note
Summon me a flute
We will play
While they shoot
Shadows on the wall the same
Intention in game
Hurried steps
Down winding staircase
That the winds
Whistle through
Patterns projected untrue
The light sometimes lies
Hear my sighs
I bleed contr’alto
Bridges lift
Heart’s gusto
Takes frozen frame in tempo
Into a New Age
Reading of the poem:
The Mercy of the World – Quinn
I will believe – Quinn
Things once held dear – Quinn