I love it when The sounds make me Want to sing To dance like my very Life is at stake When the rhythm kisses my soul And my temperature rises In succession with the Instrumental ecstasy That is life
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Haiku #6
My dogs are good stars In this life—days in, days out. Bright’ning all of it.
Mountain Goat
Climbing and leaping Like a mountain goat Leaping in joy over distant stones Climbing and falling Falling and climbing Alone, yet with Joyful heart Trusting my “hooves” Right on spot Who is afraid of Falling anyways ? Falling down On a stony ground Dignified death…
7. To what do you say yes…?
To what and to whom do you say yes? ~ with apologies to Carolyn Forché In August, we blaze with light corona: plasma aura for a universe without centre, light broken free I say yes to this uncentering Yes to the emptiness that…
The Archway-#6- for Poetry Half Marathon
The Archway- Poem # 6 for Poetry Half Marathon Come join me under this archway, A bridge of stone to protect us Adventure falls before us Spilling into tomorrow.
Almost There
Bleeding knees are better than a bleeding heart I tell myself once more as if this time it will help. And once again I stumble until finally I reach the tunnel. And once again there is another one just beyond.
Self Mastery
Success comes from the mastery of oneself From this mastery We are connected to our heart Through self-acceptance When we come from our heart there Is no place for jealousy and envy In our dealings with others We are indeed coming from a…
Releasing the Fear
Living in fear Paralysed in every facet of your life Enduring unnecessary pain and anguish Why? Unable to trust oneself To let go of the fear Where did the fear come from? Emotional pain Found deep inside Hiding in the shadows Directions given to…
Poem Five
You said you would come You didn’t come You said you were sorry You do it again though You said you would remember You don’t like always You said don’t leave You were the one that walked away
From Here To There
We honor portals. Dress them with beads, Hang them with wreaths, Set mezuzahs in the doorposts, Recognizing that we move between the worlds And our transitions Beg for blessings.