Reblogs – Jude Itakali & Lorraine Lewis

One is the agonizing ache of unrequited love, the other is the depth of experience when feeling cut off. It seems we are constantly wrestling with one form of isolation or another.

Secret Admirer by Jude Itakali

Is it your smile 
that dazzles me 
The softness of your voice 
that comforts me 
The light in your eyes 
scrying my future joys 
Am I selfish 
for thinking you are the answer 
Presumptuous 
for dreaming you can want me too 

I’d like to tell you- 
I’m under your spell 
I’d like to speak my mind 
with the melody from my heart 
I’d like to say, I love you 
But I cannot 
Lest I spook and alarm 
For already, 
You are too precious to lose 
And a little bit of you 
Is better than none at all 

Paramour of dreams 
Peculiar with perfection 
My heart surrenders 
betrothed and bound to love you 
Meant to be, Never to be 

Alone by Lorraine Lewis

Cut off 
A blanket black 
Between us none can see 
A box the walls of a prison 
Close in 
Stifle 
Alone in the box fear rising 
No one to hear a cry 
Awareness stings 
Of life 

Outside 
The box people 
Living lives chattering 
Unaware of the person in 
The box 
Beside 
Them dying gasping for breath one 
Breath but it is too late 
A corpse lies dead 
Staring 

Another Piece Published in Edge of Humanity Magazine!!

A big thanks to Joelcy Kay – Editor and Curator for accepting and publishing “Perpetual Pain” in the Edge of Humanity Magazine today! I really appreciate being showcased along with so much other amazing talent! THANK YOU!

Click this link to read the entire piece.

Reblogs – Shweta Suresh & Ivor Steven

It was so easy to get swept up in the emotions of each of these pieces describing life, living and loss. The accompanying music video to Ivor’s piece is such a complement to both poems. May you experience a rich fullness reading and listening to the music as I did.

Grief by Shweta Suresh

Grief is a powerful feeling  
They say it has seven stages  
I don’t know about that  
But I strongly believe  
That grief is like the waves,  
In a turbulent sea.  
It comes and goes  
But it sustains, In a never-ending manner.  
It grips your heart,  
Forces you to have Ups and downs  
Over and over again.  
It creates new wounds  
But often, grief rips open  
Old healed wounds too.  
No matter how hard you try,  
You can’t run away,  
From its clutches  
Grief will always find you  
Though it might take a while,  
It will eventually hit you With an impact worse  
Than a ground-shattering earthquake, or,  
Even an ear-splitting thunderstorm.  
Grief is like a sharp knife,  
That’s permanently  
lodged In your heart,  
That twists painfully, each time  
A familiar memory washes over you.  
It comes and goes,  
With varying intensities  
Just like the waves in the sea.  
No matter how hard you run,  
Grief is hard to shake off 

Existence and Renewal by Ivor Steven

Keep your cup full
Turn the power on
Follow the moonlight
Fall across the lawn
Heed her call at dawn
“Life is a marathon”

The renewal of nature
Leaves footprints upon desert sands
And with His hand in Her hand
Existence grows from our lands

Reblog – Burning Grief by Taylor Grace

The imagery is spectacular in this piece. You can really “feel” what it means to go through and get beyond grief.

Pouring it out
Like gasoline
Onto embers

Discarded reflections
Tossed over
Sorting it all out

Striking the match
Igniting pain
Pieces engulfed
Burning it down

Shattered
Completely hollow
Lost or profound

Crackling grief

The sound of healing
Stoking memories
Smoke billows peace
Breathing relief

Slate wiped clean
Ashes floating
Carrying secrets hidden deep
Therapeutic release

Source: Burning Grief – The Broken Inside of Me

Reblog – About the body by Shayleene MacReynolds

An excellent piece delving deep into what heart-felt emotions can do to us. I was pulled into her descriptions, fascinated by how well it described where grief can lay and feel. Just wonderful!

The Wild Heart of Life

Even though I won’t ever see them again, I still carry them.
Inside and outside
On the lining of my heart
And the edges of my brain
Beneath my fingernails
Or hanging from an eyelash.
They saturate my writing and my words
Sloping from an s, or cradled in a y.
Sometimes, they are even in a glass of whiskey glass of wine.

But this is about the body.

If you were to unwind me out across the earth,
Spread out this fleshboat of a body crack open the ribs and peer beneath the surface—
They would be there too.
Resting on an iliac
Sleeping in a clavicle
Wrapped around the vertebrae
They trickle through the veins.
A small room, and the feel of them inside of it
The light and how it pours in through the window
A book of poetry upon the nightstand
A guitar sitting in the…

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Reblog – TASTE OF SADNESS by Onah

Although written quite some time ago, Onah really captures the current atmosphere well in this piece.

HUMEPOETS

sad

Have you
ever been
so sad

That you felt
your heart
disintegrating
piece by piece

Your soul
withered

Your spirit
dissipated
like smoke
in the wind

Nothing makes
sense

Except the taste
of sadness.

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