Author: yassy

Life is my muse. Everything in life inspires me to poetic reveries.

ivory mist

Ivory mist:

Lost stars find their sky

A rooster waits for dawn

#haiku

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soliloquy

heightened energy of

words yearning to be born ;

ink shapes

#haiku

Quiet

  • Silence, as poignant as a child’s cry,
  • Nursing a hope that can belie.
  • Words are emotions with sound
  • Written with ink and tears downed.
  • Silence laden with unspoken words
  • In a place where conversations are never heard.
  • Time hangs in the balance, running,
  • A maze of illusions , mute, spinning.
  • Soundlessness becomes timeless,
  • My syllables become rhyme-less.
  • Words do a tête-à-tête in my head,
  • Unraveling thoughts , unsaid.
  • Silence whispers to me in the absence of words,
  • Like a weeping child that has never been heard.
  • I look for you in the silence of my sleep.
  • Hearing the heart of our combined minds, weep.

    • Poetry: The perfect noun

    If I had wings to fly
I would go to the scarlet moon
On the wings of a diamond night
Trying to live again
Because the poet in me cannot die
I would go in search of my muse
I would go in search of eternity..

Under an ancient sky 
That spills the sun in my hair
Wildflowers in my eyes
Poetry on my lips
When the wind sings on my skin
Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt
Clouds weep into the blue
My soul goes sleepless
As the moon and sun wake together
Feeding my soul with ink
In a silence that goes ballistic
A quill that needs to be tranquilized
I idolize thoughts that spring
From poetry..
My mind stops hurting
I crash my hourglass..

    Night slow dances into dawn

    Lavender breaths float on starlight,
Night's effulgent moonlit trail
Beguiles sleep's headlong rush
To relish hushed dreams.
Night slow dances into dawn
When birds sing to the flowers,
Butterflies inhale nectarine
Golden sunlight streams.
Mountains laugh into the clouds
Showering ambrosial dewdrops;
Shimmering gossamer wings
Fly into the blue.

Though winter is upon us
Sun still runs in fields, meadows
November will take the fall
In Autumn's aurum lap.


#dodoitsu