I gave you sunshine
You didn’t see it
I gave you moonlight
You didn’t appreciate it
I gave you children’s laughter
You got annoyed
I gave you a sweet someone
You complained when would the one come
I gave you a loyal puppy
You said there was too much work
You let all the blessings pass by
Now you cry to me like an orphan
‘God are you ever there?’
A collaboration with Jonathan Swift Pines
There are things she sees are pretty
They go beyond her basic needs
The sun is warm and cheery
Too much of it
freckles gather on her cheeks
Charming freckles, like those on a child
whose innocent heart would burst with a smile
The rain is soothing and musical
Too much of it
sadness floods on her soul
Raindrops can harmonize with memories
Too many and the mind is adrift
The world of art is beautiful and enchanting
Too much of it
inadequacy breaks down her creativity
Happiness makes her vulnerable
The more she has, the more she has to lose
There are so many lows after the highs
When all that is stripped away
She realises how much satisfaction
she has in a mundane life
I don’t know
how do people live with
not knowing
if their love one
is alive or dead
I can only imagine
they are like a blowfish
keeps every possibility inside
I have been like that
for the last few days
until today
I come to know that
you are alive
This news is like
a gentle hand
gives me permission
to cry
I can only imagine
the other news
would be like a knife
stabs and twists
all the possibilities
to bleed out
One night
the lilac candle
in the wind
tango danced with
the rose of Sharon
by my window sill
That overwhelming
sense of seduction
fractured my mind
In my sleep
purple daisies
flooded my dreams
My remaining
sense of clarity
screamed for
the purification
of an amethyst
She painted her nails in yellow
like the daisies thrive in desert
She painted her toes in yellow
like the sunflowers bloom on the beach
Her heart filled with sunshine
and the hope of forever green
The Living Poetry visual prompt
There is something about packing up your bag
to travel away from all things
unresolved, unresolvable, underserving of resolution
There is this escape to
an unknown, unfamiliar, understating place
where your story is new, fresh, mysterious
worthy of all the attention from strangers
The you on a travel trip
is you
is the you never expressed
isn’t you
isn’t the you known most of your lifetime
A plane carries you away
to a land of wonder
only you define it to be
when the troubled waters
flooded home
(Photo by Stephanie Katz)
Having a good friend
is like
having a timer
when boiling eggs.
It reins in distraction,
prevents my heart from hardening,
stops me collapsing in the heap,
and maintains my sense of decency.
– dedicated to Niks
A little poem by Carlos, Madrid
People used to say
grief made them
wash their face
with tears
I thought
that was
exaggerating
Now
I know
it is real
For the same reason
I stop wearing
mascaras
or
eyeshadows
Instead
I keep
my sunglasses on
at all times
Flicker of Thoughts 