Dreams, sleep and adulting

My joy in this brilliant morning Is tempered by many things The earliness of my waking My eyes folding shut Even while my fingers Find Each Key…stroke The heat of a summer Come on too early Burnt leaves on a plum tree (how can that…

Reoccurrence

Running so fast that you feel shoes slipping off Look down to see no ground beneath you Close eyes tight and hear wind tunnel as you trip on the void Taking gravity’s orders and tumble through the tree tops only knocking loose enough fruit for…

As it was Written

The dog I was understudying to learn the art of a calm sea obeying the Messiah’s voice loses its teeth in a bone fight. Patience was it that rot the flesh off the bone into the night of a greedy dog. I tell you truly,…

The Joy of Unseen Things

I’ve heard it said that love is the nearest proof we have that there is a God. When I am far from you and can’t rest my eyes on the glory of your face I am still filled with peace and joy knowing you are…

Comfort–Hour 2

The night before my surgery bed rested body but the sleepless mind fell away into a soothing reverie of bananas milk and sugar As a treat Mom would slice a banana evenly a succession of sweet ivory coins into a cereal bowl add milk then…

HOUR 3 The Duplitious Duet

The Duplicitous Duet   I followed the cannibalistic Valkyrie to her subterranean sanctum Noticing her desire to witness my dark inclinations I watch as she presents her array of wicked mechanisms The luminous glint of cold steel inviting death’s manifestation   Blessed Valkyire I glance…

Hour 2: The Joy of Unseen Things

Love, that swells the heart to the point of bursting,  yet never breaks,  only fills Trust,  both given and received,  knowing a person’s heart as closely as your own Hope, that radiates intentions of a better tomorrow,  that the next generation will do better than…

Seasick

POEM 02 Reflected in the glass of the observation deck, it was like a fire on the horizon. That setting sun spoke all of my dread. A storm threatened in the clouds above the vessel. They looked like crooked rows in a plowed field, yet…

Prompt 2 -Long Run

A little madness keeps you alive Running is madness Your reward tiny breaks of bone You have to remind yourself to find balance it feels like learning to breathe again its juggling reminding you not to take more than you need to get through the…

Long Run at Dawn | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 2

Beep… Beep… Beep the alarm’s ritual has begun before dawn arrives, waking me up it fulfilled its duty and now it’s mine The torch of greatness is in my hand the torch flaming like never seen each bead of sweat as fuel the fire keeps…