Longing for Autumn

Dark Side of the Moon

It has been a long time since I’ve participated in the challenges at dVerse Poet’s Pub, and I’ve truly missed the interaction with my fellow poets. Well, I may not be back on a regular basis, but I’m back at least for today, with a submission for Poetics: Oral Poetry. The challenge was to create a poem entirely in your head (in the spirit of Beowulf and other ancient poems), write it down if desired, and present it as an oral reading. It’s been my desire for some months now to add audio to my blog posts, so with this one I have finally got the ball rolling. The photos used are my own.

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A moment of forever…


 A moment, of forever….

                     “Holy as love…

You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.
We found a safe place to keep warm, we locked the door, held tightly and stole seconds, hours and nights away,
We didn’t know, borrow kisses and pretty words, almost, as holy as love.
Old poet wished on the first star of the night, near the sea. A moment, of forever. So damn sweet. He wish to know again.
Just one more dance, just one more sweet kiss from his Bonnie gal, and make him believe. Love never can die and the pretty girl are miracles and Winter blessings.

Holy as love, she was.

                         Dancing Coyote

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Iron & Sulfur

Katrina Kaye

Silence sat
on the
corner of
and 12th.

She goes
defies the wind,
flits the skin,
begs recognition.

It is the same
silence that
barricades the
veins with
over sized
platelets causing
the heart
to cease
a beat.

Creating a
of complete
stillness between
our bodies until
with the
tip of finger

eyelash is
and with
pursed lips,
blown away.

“Silence” is previously published in To Anyone Who Has Ever Loved a Writer (2014).

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The way he makes me feel


A sunset that doesn’t want any calming,

seeing it free in the sky feels pleasuring.

To the eyes and the soul, they behold it,

Like it’s been a treasure for so long.

Helping itself holding all the sky glow,

where is it supposed to be where there exists no snow?

To the soul, it makes all sense,

the raindrops knew the beats of existence.

The way he makes me feel is that I couldn’t conclude,

here is a small connection I deciphered

while stumbling in his view!

-Riya Shah

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