Author: yassy

my kinda sun

each night you leave me
and go to the other
side of the world
to make their day bright.
in the darkness of the night
the moon comforts me
she sheaths me in her
silver shining light
the stars dazzle me
with their twinkling brilliance
as slumber overtakes me
I sleep the night away
waking up to find you
all around me
engulfing me with your warmth

Timeline Stories

poetry and I 
timeline stories
swapping the cosmos 
reading the fine print 
of a universe 
unexplored 
a source of words 
setting the ink on my fingers
unfolding solstice tales
aether shines with star drifts 
eternity’s thousand ways 
reality fleeting 
ancient immortal 
timeline stories.

War Ruins

war zone 
death’s heartbeat 
regardless of spring 

people cry each other 
into bomb shelters 
sun crashes on bloodied walls 
some screams live in the throat 
some never survive to live 

reading the news
I feel the fear 
between broadcasts 
no deadlines 
for destruction 
where leaders buy time 
with destruction 
bloodied peace offering 
the dead become the dehumanization of war.

An Hourglass Flipped






Time is a word, time is many a moon
They say time is the greatest healer
This fourth dimension that moves life
Irreversible sequence
That writes into our soul
Moving through our hearts
It takes and makes
Past, present
Future
To 
Take 
Charge of
To create
A now that comes
Calibrating life
A fleeting unstillness
Touching a kind of open
Living, breathing the act of being
The before, the after, and maybe
The instant and the constant that is time.

# Double Etheree


	


	


			
				

			
				


			

			
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/