Afterglow

When ink and blood bleed together,
The pain becomes luminous
Writing itself into the mind
Salvation's enlightenment.
Wielding the pen of poetry
Surrendering to courage...
Not letting words die
Giving poetry strength to survive;
On unmarked routes, unknown maps
A carousel of unborn dreams
Drawing on time, finding destinations
Riding a nomadic compass
Trailing, probing, exploring
Guilelessly woven thoughts
Like a Stollen that enters breath
Breaking into words like
Fallen , flushed, blooms
Still fragrant...
Freeing mind from eclipse of
Que sera sera..

50 thoughts on “Afterglow

    1. My heart is in my poetry. I struggled with this piece for three days and then it all spilled out ! Thank you so much for reading my work. And for such motivating and inspirational comments.

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  1. Truly, Yassy, you are from this planet but not of this planet!
    The very heart of your poem for me:
    On unmarked routes, unknown maps
    A carousel of unborn dreams
    Drawing on time, finding destinations
    Riding a nomadic compass
    Trailing, probing, exploring
    Guilelessly woven thoughts

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  2. Put out seeming disparate words, juxtapose and then insist they find friends and meaning: sometimes I wonder whether it is the words or you who find reason and require of each other existence. Thanks, your Ladyship, for standing thusly in the midst of language and feel and see and say. What a bright beacon, even softly and serenely shining.

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  3. I love your wandering words, exploring, nomadic, it just symbolizes that poetry comes from so many places in the heart and it’s connected to so many emotions that are all over the map. Your words flow like no other Yassy, and when you create the poetic map then you make the perfect destination straight to the heart. No one paints an image like you. I can’t believe I missed this one.🌹🌹

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  4. You certainly deserve the praise written here. Most people do not get enough bedlam. I read this poem several times thinking that I would sense the “afterglow.” Titles do not have to be obvious.

    But the construction of chaos remains; entropy, unresolved; almost like a strange dream that mind-wanders, yet the dreamer is not frightened by the scary parts.

    You threw a wrench/spanner into my pattern-seeking mind with German Christmas bread juxtaposed with breath.

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