26/12/2018

Two hands that can’t touch

But still can create

A thing of beauty;

Poetry..

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ivory mist

Ivory mist:

Lost stars find their sky

A rooster waits for dawn

#haiku

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.

a heartbeat away

the gentle of your heartbeat–

the feel of your heart

next to mine…

#Senryu # haiku

Touchstone

I
was born
when my soul
turned Allium

coating my quintessence in the brightness of

warm cadium

alive, glowing, a coagulation of

soul to body

blood to breath

pulsing 

bright.

#tetracyt

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..