Day: January 19, 2021
Happier New Year
Just another day—and yet
it brings us to another year.
Let’s hope this day makes us forget
each bygone breath of dread or fear.
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Possibilities
Imagine with me If you will Just me and you And what it'd be like To lay side-by-side Soul-to-soul In the green grass Underneath the blue skies Watching the clouds roll by Whispering wild thoughts As we try to figure out What this universe Is all about It wouldn't really matter If we did or didn't Because contrary To popular belief There are no absolutes Only possibilities Come imagine with me © 2020 Loly Rinn Photo by Євгеній Антонов on Unsplash
A dance with daddy
Daddy, I want to dance with you Like a princess with her king Waltzing on a golden floor Twirling under a silver moon With music from another world Playing the rhythm of laughter I see the light in your eyes Loving me like the morning sun And there's nothing like being with you When the world doesn't get in the way I know you're cheering me forward And I want to move past the fear To find the freedom in the jump Trusting you'll catch me if I fall I'll measure every man against you The one who hung my moon And wrote my name in the stars A soul like no other I've known Loving a daughter like she deserves Loving me like a queen at a ballroom dance © 2021 Loly Rinn Photo by Ante Hamersmit on Unsplash
Wounded angel
Wounded angels…
(Near the Army bases. Taverns and bars filled with sad people. Some lost something. Some are lonely and some are waiting for someone. Needing a kind voice, a gentle touch and maybe, some laughter.)
The drunken man at Fort Hood at the Belton Texas dance hall drank the $3.00 Long Island ice teas till nine. He drank alone and he was waiting for no-one. He had learned to love the silence. The Army busy days made him need the quiet.
The music was good the one-hand bartender Pete didn’t talk to him. Bartenders knew the talkers and they knew the quiet people. Pete kept the Long Island Island tea coming.
He looked at the mirror and he told the ugly face. You did well dumb-ass. In the mirror, he saw a pretty woman sat next to him. He saw long auburn hair, a lonely face and her eyes…
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💫 Afraid of the Dark💫
If only you count the tears I’ve cried,
A million times, I swear I’ve died
I’m trying, but it’s still not right
The only time I want her is night.
I’m going to go outside, where the clouds are full of rain. Let the water conceal my tears, while the dancing disguises my pain.
I’m gonna shine so brightly, never stuck in idle or park. Having no fear of the midnight sky’s, why should a star be afraid of the dark?
I’ll sit atop of the Moon, all while holding a rose. Toast it like a drink to the Sun, and magically watch it grow.
And if that rose gets thirsty, then I will nurture and abide. Because there won’t be no water, unless of course it’s cried.
Run the eyes dry, until the smile blossoms within. Seeds of strangers to flowers of friends, all while saying I love…
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The Weight of Being Human
I am carrying around too much trash; memories of things I’ve done and regretted. Secrets I’ve never told and heartaches too enormous to bear. Sometimes, the great bones of my life feel so heavy that all I yearn for is a deep dreamless sleep. I am trapped in this strange body where I am in limbo; a painful existence where I walk on two legs and eat with utensils.
Many, many moons ago I ran on all fours. I wandered and hunted with my pack family. Unknown dangers threatened, yet each day the rising sun brought immense joy. Life was both precious and profound, for we knew death may come calling without any warning.
Oh, to feel the whisper of downy wings from a great horned owl brushing my face, as it fights for a bite of fresh kill. Oh, to be free again!
dVerse Prosery: Bone Weary
Author’s Note:
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Silence Spoke
Silence Spoke
Lightly the white fluffy flakes were falling
Outside my patio doors,
I opened and stepped out
Stood there for a while.
The soft snowflakes melted on my face;
Cold but exhilarating.
Silence, mystic silence prevailed,
yet it spoke.
Spoke in quiet tones, of peace.
Nature has so many sounds,
I love them all;
The patter of light rain, the storms,
the breeze through the trees;
Whispers and roars show life on Earth
its indomitable resonance and tenacity.
Now I feel and hear the silence
of pure white snow whirling from the sky,
I cherish the hush,
I cherish the wisdom of old.
© miriam ivarson
We Walk Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
“Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the centre.” Kurt Vonnegut
We Walk Together I didn't set out to be different or to speak plainly, or set myself apart but, the people and places I inhabit are the geographies of the borderlands, life at the margins, where camel hair is fashionable and locust with wild honey is a delicacy, and truth pales to insignificance where unspoken trust is second nature and no one is judged for being themselves because, although we walk in different directions, we walk together on the fringes of life. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Poetry Published in the VOL. 08 CHAPTER 03 London/Berlin based Visual Verse
So happy to see the first poem I wrote in this year 2021 published in the Ekphrastic journal Visual Verse. Thankful to the entire team for their tireless efforts in challenging us monthly and supporting the works of the writers in the community.
You can read my poem “Unclaimed Freedom” here.
Happy Poetry!!
Megha Sood
Image byMichael Easterling
The Reluctant Poet 