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 something
My heart said some thing
Than nothing
Such things happen
No desires awakened..
Seema Sahoo – ©
Her killer
The advantages are clear
I left my oxygen mask on because the others did
with hope to find her
he knew where she was
and I doubted the smile
so
cris crossed with shadow
Was her killers face
couldn’t act like death is a stranger
can’t help
but to admit that
i smirked
at the idea of
writing death,
i can’t help
but to think
i have never
written
about
anything
else
death cheated with me
and had the
audacity to call me
dishonest
but i always
kiss him, good night
he’ll still love me
if i don’t
i was eight when
i met death for the first time
he would have apologized
if the words were in his vocabulary
instead,
he asked to bargain with me
i asked him for art
he gave me poetry
and he kisses it
out of
my mouth
every night
__ar.
(prompt about death)
Duality
Light, Dark
Black, White
Birth, Death
Hot, Cold
Above, Below
Left, Right
Duality merging into ONE.
a question
Dearest e.e.,
Does it bother you that you never CAPITALIZED on your success?
In poetry,
jc
Rose for my Rose
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 warmth and depth of those
Deep brown eyes
that told a story of times
Spanning a life time and beyond
Giving the guidance and wisdom
That drives me to this very day
6pm
My grandma
Ma
is what I call her
not sure if that comes from my jamican poppop
or what
shes a solider
these past years the hospital
has held her more than anyone
but she recently graduated
received a bachelors in nursing
any time I want to give up
i vision her
i walked in on her
in the hospital
i expected her to be in misery
after the stroke
but she was on the laptop
her doctorate is what she is after now
i wonder if the teacher even knows
the woman getting all those papers turned in
is my roll model
my hero
a woman of power
nothing stops her
i giggle at the stroke
it didn’t succeed in all it’s known for
i praise my God
He excelled
that’s usual though
she has to learn how to write
with her left hand
i remember I was left there
at the bottom of the hill
in my 20s
when I chose everything
incorrect
everything
i could care less now
they say a grandma’s prayers
are powerful
she prays for herself
And I pray too
i need her touch
her hidden strength
that bursts out in due time
i love her
i honor her
i think of her often
now I must speak to her…