poem #10 in the beginning

In the very beginning there weren’t words. There was the swirl of constellations without names. There was fire and ice and the elemental signatures of metals. There was no one to notice or care. Somewhere time comes into it, although no one can explain it….

Hour 12: Half Marathon Complete!

She peeks into my room afraid to disturb my writing…. Mom, can I show you what I’m packing for Chicago? Sure, I say, and sadly she is surprised that I’ll actually stop and look right now. Shirts, skirts, shorts, leggings all laid out, alongside her…

He is every spoken word and every belief that he said he was against. A monster consumed with what can be bought, consumed with what shines in the light and is unseen and unheard of in the dark. He is everything I’ve loved and everything…

NAS Prompt 12

NAS Prompt 12  Moving   Moving on my own, determined and excited, thrilling new adventure taught me all the basic things new brides learn — take charge of many household chores.   Moving into a home of our own a two story home gave us…

(#7/12): “Elegy For Mum”

Mater lies before me. Her earthly torments ceased. No more half-breaths to take, Eyes closed, in peace at last.   And yet, my tears do not run, No wellsprings of regret. Or mourning I perceive, This curious absence of grief.   I never listened. I…

Poem#12 Unconventional Hero

Spectacles sparkling eyes … round and bright Warm and contiguous smile … spreading sweet lullaby Big Embrace … loving arms Kind heart … pure and giving. Not a hero … but always to his love ones A father … a friend that extend Not the…

Blue You

She said they found you blue on the floor of your room with a needle still dangling from your arm they tried to breathe life back into you you did not respond and now your once beautiful body was turned into ash you are resting peacefully,…

POEM 13-Poisoned love

I would have liked you to feel my pain, but I still loved you and I would have preferred to have once more your love.   My sadness was overwhelming after separation but I forced myself to forget and to learn to smile again.  …

POEM 12-MOVEMENT

It would be great to have a remote control for everything. ’cause everything will be under control, will not move too much, will not deviate.   But everything would be much more static! Nothing would be spontaneous or genuine. It would be a frozen universe,…