Things haven’t been the same Since I broke my ankle. It’s not that it didn’t heal– Sure it puffs up now and then, but There’s no pain to speak of. It’s more the feeling that This Judas body Betrayed me, Leaving me unsteady, Unsure of…

Above the diluvial plane stood the mountain Gazing down the steppe and fields of thistle To the small hamlet with the waist high wall of stone, On the Isle of Skye, the village of Brittle. Hearty Scots there knew of the man, Ancient in days,…

You are my magical elixir my drug of choice, my life-long addiction with such a powerful voice, my first thought each morning so sad but true, your call is seductive I can’t live without you.  

My heart said some thing Than nothing Such things happen No desires awakened.. Seema Sahoo – ©

The warmth of colour And the wafting scent Fills my nostrils and Tantalises my senses Triggering vivid memories Of by gone days Days filled with love With sunshine, with laughter That broad smile and deep cleft of the chin Underneath that wide breamed hat The…

I don’t even care I just want to be with you It’s so hard to share You don’t have a clue

The world is your open heart An awaken Heart is your Mirror Oneness with your life is your film All that surrounds you is your museum Bright eyes is your camera Always searching to give to everyone.

  Barren trees Crystal capped water Erasing pebble shore Surf remembered.

I walked through my room. I saw the bug on my wall. It screamed in horror.

I could use a cup of liquid alertness: That mainstay of diners That elixir of truckstops That centerpiece of the Family breakfast table where it once, Rich and dark as grandma’s bedroom suite, Competed with printer’s ink For olfactory primacy.