Poem: Let it grow

image by Sarolta Ban

I was in a hurry

following the plan

not to be late

as I passed by an older man

limping, slowly walking

from his morning walk

through the meadow

for in his hands he held

a bouquet of freshly picked

wild flowers

.

it made me wonder who they were for

who in his life journey did he meet

to care, to cherish

and how many life battles

did they undertake

not to fear this war

through little battles

we write our stories

.

either bleeding from the bruises left open

either rejoicing in learning and carrying on

teaching others how to dance

you are the master of your tones

under the skin is where we hide

.

do we allow to be happy and just to be?

and do we let others grow

do we speak in a matter that allows

roses to still grow as roses?

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 Written for the Mag #274

Poem: Deep inside

photo by Toni Frissell

you can't recall the moment is starts

how it becomes like a haven you always searched for

somewhere away from those who can't relate

building yourself through these miniature storms

until nothing else feels like home

you only realize the strange comfort if brings

and how often you dive into it, like it's the air you breathe

familiar waves surrounding your thoughts

but you don't feel the sadness that clings to your lungs

becoming your second skin

let the storms pass, before they take you

like the ocean, you too can calm yourself

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Written for the Mag #272

Poem: Smoke, fog and haze

where is it written

                how many days one must spend

                roaming through the fog

                where terrain is moist and slippery

                and nothing can be taken for granted

                not the past, not the future

                the uncertainty

                testing your will to survive

how far does the smoke reach

                of burned passion and dreams

                does it change your view

                fire will rekindle unexpectedly

                if only you can step on the same road again

                one, two, three...

                mistakes are lessons

                and lessons learned bring clearance

does the haze cloud your judgment

                the ability to see the light

                somewhere beyond

                does it hide the secrets

                we fear to share

                or can you see the stories emerging

                grand and filled with love

                from which a fresh start is given

Poem: Sound of silence

constantly bathing our ears in sound

minds cluttered with thought

and when we dive into silence

our demons start screaming

grabbing at our necks

filling our hearts with fear

for it is unknown

all the stuffed clutter gets loose

from deep within the bones

where cracks appear

suffocating feeling produces a sigh

and when the screaming stops

sense of peace spreads

into the core of our breathing

Poem: Secrets of the sea

painting by Daria Petrilli

fingers weaving blue velvet

to surround myself with

electric pulse running through

parts of the body as if

gaining consciousness

from deep within me

a tree grows outward

my heart an ocean

that sends out waves

for a beacon to guide to safety

life flows like a river

bruising and polishing

against the rocks

thoughts are like fish

finding a current

always longing

to understand

the secrets

of the sea

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 Written for the Mag #265.