Tag: #dverse poets

The Inevitability of Death

I’ve been thinking of death a lot, and I am amazed by its inevitability, frightened, as we all are, of the totally unknown, and yet feel a long sleep is somehow earned by those of us who live on the edge.- Jackson Pollock I’ve… Continue Reading “The Inevitability of Death”

Soul Speak

Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak. –Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati  With a gentle tap of the tiny mallet the iron bell rings, echoing a long soothing note drifting on air until the next soft strike for to begin and end the meditationRing… Continue Reading “Soul Speak”

Tangled

“A deep woman is a universe to explore, she is very challenging; but she is life.”  ― Lebo Grand My scorching soul like the sun set aflamewhen roving hands echoing hot desiresplaying music on sweet skin without shamefeeding our hunger, stoking inner firesuntil flames consume… Continue Reading “Tangled”

Chalkboard Sky

Heat lightning in black chalkboard skythe dusty air thick, skeleton bone drycollapse of thunderstorm approaching, comes haboob, a wall of dust encroaching whilespectral saguaros beg the gray lead cloudsto lighten their burdensome loadas the arid desert cries for relief from searing heatin the form… Continue Reading “Chalkboard Sky”

These Hands

Hands freckled from brilliant sun, a whole lifetime spent being a momwiping tears from dirty cheeks, soothing bleeding scraped knees. These hands, now wrinkled with age still toiling in the gardenwriting and composinga rich life ’til another turn of the page dVerse Poets Pub:… Continue Reading “These Hands”

Dance of Forgiveness

This coldness between a woman and man when one heart carries the guilt of a deed and the other recalls where it began so both are heartbroken and left to bleed while each in silence weep alone and grieve. When does the dance of… Continue Reading “Dance of Forgiveness”

In the Garden of the Poet

Time falls away in the garden of the poet as each coming season ebbs and flows, movements based on each new flowerthere is a time to plant and a time to sow. In spring, the garden sings with a vibrant hum hordes of honey… Continue Reading “In the Garden of the Poet”