Poem: Anchored in silence

 

Poem: Stain glass castles

 

April rain pouring down with thunder,

caught at a red light; few notes on the radio

and you’re transported into the endless

and careless summer days you’ve had

as a child. Roaming the forests

and meadows in solitude.

You dealt with things as you knew how,

nobody there to hold your hand;

People came and went,

like passengers on the train.

With memories we built

stain glass castles through which

we’ll be looking our whole life.

The colourful shades shadowing

our adult days. Only once

do we walk the path of childhood.

Yet we can revisit anytime;

Peace comes with accepting. 

Poem: The petal rose as butterflies

 

When you do what is expected,

but that doesn’t fill your soul.

You put your foot, one

in front of the other, following

that desire. Do you have the

answer to the question:

“What is it that I need?”

When you’re always waiting,

always searching a way

to escape this moment.

Brokenly looking for a sign

to find your way.

You’re like a stream train

running, but is this path

truly yours? When your soul

is eager to master the blowing wind

and the raging seas.

Your years forming a petal

rose and they transform

into butterflies.

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Poem: Your shutter is a window to the past

 

Memories reside in your mind,

how tangible do they seem?

There is a constancy you feel to

your character; day to day

you don’t seem to change,

yet when years accumulate

you look at yourself and

question who you have become?

The cells that make your body

have all been replaced several

times in your lifetime. The proof

is there in the photographs

you look at; your shutter is a

window to the past – connecting

you to the moments that may have

gotten lost in the room of your mind.

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Poem: The space between our hearts

Whenever our eyes met, I saw fire burning in your eyes,

the one which you usually dim for others. When I stood

close to you, I felt as if strings from your heart were opening

up mine; as if you’re opening a book, not to read or write

a chapter, but to make me see me in a mirror, which is you.

Our bodies are carrying cracks – the moonlight shines

through them. We glow ever so differently under ever-lasting

light of the universe. Yet there is something familiar

that connects us. The very cells of our hearts. The

timeless journey of atoms circling in our bloodstream.

The space between our hearts

                               intangible. 

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