Month: January 2022

A Framed Silence






Heartbreaking when friends don't talk anymore 
Makes your heart all achy and sore.

Writing poetry is not so much fun
When the words ,  they don't come.

It's like watching the slowly falling rain
You feel the tears, yet not lose the pain. 

I feel like a soul that's misunderstood 
Trying my best to make it look good.

I try to hide myself inside my woe
It's best not to let it show.

My hands are empty but filled with words
I cling to the words that can't be heard.

The ink will not dry, the time will not pass
Your forever presence in my life my life will surpass.





		
	
			

			
				


	


			
				


			

			
Atomic Mushrooms Harvest
		
	
	

		

A poetic collaboration with Lubomir Tomik aka Midian Poet

Behind the windows of a gray face
At the end of the road
Broken glass lanterns will never find glassmakers
And white nights
The shore is out in the haze of fog.

Faces like words 
Expressions soundless 
Seeking understanding 
A metamorphosis 
Bursting 
Into existence
Light in the haze
Finding the sixth sense
A glass that survives the crash
Shattering into renaissance

Faces silent
Suddenly changing 
In the atomic mushrooms of you
In the morning mist you collect them in a basket 
At breakfast 
Then you will embrace me with tenderness
Coffee by you 
Unbelievable you 

Face masks cling 
Eyes light up
In the oxygen that floats
You collect them in your breath
And embrace me with life
Your soul sparkles 
Unbelievable 
Breathing 
Tender.



https://midianpoet.com/2022/01/19/poet-cooperation-atomic-mushrooms-harvest/

	


	


			
				

			
				


			

			
Dear January
		
	
	

		

Dear January, you have been doing this every year. And you look great. The beginning always looks great. You have only come to make this year look better.

the calendar 
in January's chill
spring blossoms

Dear January, speak poetry and embrace me with your eloquence. Make spring bloom luminescent ...make what is empty, dark....effervescent. let nectar flow from lips of flowers and let butterflies carry their fragrant dreams into mountains,  hills,  brooks ,streams, oceans and high seas spreading over earth..

Speak to me
Oh January
Tell the moon to twirl me silver, sun ignite my fire..let the stars wrap their light. .my eyes sparkle the constellations..

Wounded fingers quiver
Broken whispers of fear 
Let the wind be a balm 
To heal the sighs 
Of disease frightened people.





	


	


			
				

			
				


			

			
She Was Him, He Was Her
		
	
	

		

Poetry Partners  # 29





She was him
He was her
They were one
They were free
She had eyes that knew
His heart’s glow
A smile that filled the space
When spring made its way to their eyes
In the zephyr’s abracadabra
All the places they were at a loss for words
They were cinder sparked by a flame that grew
Fed by warmth
Touch of a look
Running like blood in their veins
He had the wisdom of a young ink
Unstolen by time
Knowledge eternal
On eternity’s edge
Searching for a lost song
Their gently heaving breath finds the pulse of possibilities





A golden shovel poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’





(in blank verse)





Temperature past the versing point, they
melted into glowing lava and were 
blown with force through revelation's cinder
cone, as thick, boiling comprehension sparked
in their luminous core. Only then, by
quirk of fate or set destiny, did a
zephyr flow from their lips, fanning the flame
stolen for mortals from Olympus that
birthed human knowledge and steadily grew
across the face of Earth, as people fed 
it with aspirations unstolen by
time. As one, they filled the space with soft warmth,
spring smiles, and the teasing, caressing touch
of their eternal words, the lost song of
which they two composed together in a
volume of abracadabras, its look
fraying and worn, with lines of script running
across its pages; letters slanted like
sloping volcanos and inked with goat blood.
Freely, crafting word worlds and timelines in
sync with one another's pulses and their
truth, they felt eternity in their veins.

https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/01/02/she-was-him-or-he-was-her/