Bamboo Reverence
from earth to heaven
thin and long reach out the sky
sunlight and shadows.
@Mejia –Haiku – Hour 11
7pm – eleven – no title
time smiles
gentle friend
innocent hearts
understanding
his tongue, my cheek,
caresses tenderly
touch my ear
soft sounds
a whispered song
wild spirit without compare
hour 9 poem 9 dear sarah you’ll make it so long you don’t think long about making it so long you live In the present moment start there start anyplace you got your feet
my hips can’t be heard crying out
from lack of hinged
use no they can’t
be heard nor can tibia nor fibula
—those bones that sparked
im not just listing
body parts here
whose to know
why things break why they grow
together again— cuff
of new bone formed around
the break when it happened
god let you live again i’m talking
about god and where is god
in trauma the body remembers
i remember there being no god at that time
Release
RELEASE
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Once the ribbon of breath
Wound through the lung’s branches
Trailed along throat’s passages
Found its way
From the mouth’s arching cathedral
Into the world
As little girl’s
Homespun melody
—
Then the ribbon tangled
On other’s criticism
Snarled in shame
Faded in a heap
At the bottom
Of the chest’s deep
—
Until thread by thread
It reweaves
Gather’s in wind’s pipes
Breeches the mouths’ dam
Pouring forth once more
A song released
Solitude…
In this busy world,
Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines,
To make both the ends meet all the times,
I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude?
I wonder,
If just for a minute people stop,
They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,
About missing the train,
About the promotion they didn’t get,
About not being able to go back home during the weekend.
I wonder,
If just for a minute,
Do they yearn for solitude?
For freedom from all these anxious thoughts?
For a time out?
For a few seconds to catch their breaths?
Solitude for everyone holds different meanings,
For a hermit solitude would be a forest or a cave,
Away from human civilization.
For a reader,
Solitude would be a library,
Where she could get lost in the world of literary.
For a chef,
Solitude would be a kitchen,
Cooking dishes seems to calm her faster than any medicine.
For me,
Solitude is a cup of coffee.
As the bittersweet flavor of coffee would wake my sleeping senses,
I would pick up a book,
Revel in the fantasy world,
Live the lives of different people,
Travel far and wide,
Without even leaving my home.
Solitude,
Holds different meanings for everyone.
The question is where is your solitude?
Did you even try to stop and look for it?
– Addy
Release
Peering in the dancing shadows with delight
I saw how you played with light
Casting false truths upon the wall
Traveling far and promising that you would call
Having peered behind the curtain
Knowing the mechanics of the trick
I thought I could not be fooled
I was certain
Yet, I too became enraptured by the narrative
Believed myself imperative
When the fourth wall broke
I assumed I was simply in on the joke
So I picked your shadows from the stage
Wove them into a cloak to smother my rage
Stitching layers of shadow for invisibility
That I might not harm your fragility
When asked about the deceptive weave
Id respond
A magician never reveals what’s up their sleeve
Now I must undo the tightened fist
That clutches the cloak to my throat
Hand over wrist
Let my body unfurl
Relax the protective curl
Give myself permission to grieve
That which I so wanted to believe
And allow myself room to gently leave
Prompt Ten
dancing under the moon’s shadow
chases the dark away
serenity bounces off the stars rendering
the canvas in light of day
slide the beams of moonlight as you
wander the night sky
dream your way to morning and a
future held up high
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You set cultural direction.
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You’re wonderful simply
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Cover your smile with
a colorful, branded mask.
Fight influenza,
Influencer.
Just be you.
You’re like me.
LOST DOGS
There won’t be any stray dogs for a while.
No beaches, no coconut trees, no towels,
but it’s the lost dogs I’ll miss the most,
all of them Romeos looking for Juliets,
Annabelles, Chloës, and Scheherazades.
They’re comfortable, candid and unashamed,
they’ll show you everything and nothing,
you’ll never know what they’re up to,
and you’re never invited to stag events.
Sometimes, though, as there’s an afterlife,
they return as peacocks – tails with eyes,
screeching sounds, and small crowns.
It’s only when they think they’re alone
that they bark. It’s their secret call. No one,
no one, no one is ever allowed to know.
August 20
August 20
Special day
Found out I was expecting
Found out I getting my first child
Have a special bond
Daddy, remember those nights
Telling you shut up
I didn’t know no better
Just a tiny baby
Me being young
You taught me to love
You showed me what was right
Although you are not mine
Cherished you like you are
Watched mommy and daddy scream at you
Had to take you off their hands
Didn’t like how they talked to you
Don’t worry
Always will have your back