the letter

Another beautiful poem and stunning video.

inconstant light

It snowed along the night, piling up
to just beneath the window sills,
mostly printouts, black and white,
so we shaped an outdoor dining set
of ink and paper, and took our morning coffee
on the balcony.

Orchilla dearest, you fill my thoughts
with wasted words
that I will not share with you.
And yet for lunch, as a special surprise,
I shall prepare spaghetti macramé al dente.

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a flower for you

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a short note conveyed the news

she is no more

i loved her from the time i was a child

can’t understand why she had to go

her kind beautiful eyes

melted pain

gave so much away

no thought of gain

her laughter

like innocent playful rain

no deception

in a world insane

her gentle kisses

for her chosen son

her hugs

bolder than the summer sun

how do you know

angels look upon you from above

how do you remember someone

who lived to love

 

Note: Dedicated to Hema Aunty, R.I.P.

As long as there are flowers, you will live in many hearts.

Photo by Khanh Le from Pexels

 

let it be

 

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i want to have a conversation

a courageous one

share legends

about more than one sun

no fear of judgement

many ways to know

hearts guide us

to where we need to go

but we hold back

compromise

work past midnight

miss the glorious sunrise

how can the one i have never seen

mean so much to me

life and its mysteries

let it be…let it be

 

Photo Credit: Pixabay

exits

Beautiful poem and artwork, Steve.

inconstant light

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Crossroads on the valley floor, a sign,
a part-time river colored laundry blue,
and by the water in a town, the air is scented
with hot absence, molecules in chaos
ignoring windward motion.

The parkland’s plaque is dull, I make it shine,
reflect the woken world with Brasso,
and polish out its words:

You wonder why you’re still asleep.
Your other wonders why he’s still awake.

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snowflake

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the festive globes

remind me

it is high time

they come off my mini Christmas tree

i love the lights

the festive bublé melodies

they make me happy

wipe away those maladies

and i love the warm apple cider

with an old-fashioned strawberry shortcake

to sleep on a hammock under the stars

and wait for the kiss of a snowflake