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She comes to me like the storm
Quiet and full of nature’s possibility
Air hangs heavy with expectation
Her eyes filled with lightning
We press together, whispers dancing on skin
Breathing in unison, as if we are one
Touching her skin my arms furniture around her
Our gentle rumbling of distant thunder
The noise disappears as our simple melody begins
Wind blowing softly through the reeds
A caress of lips held with a silent prayer
Fingertips on skin so soft, they feel without touching
A blinding flash and the clouds break open
Falling from our minds sky, drenching us
Undeniable, inescapable soaking us to our bones
Exhausted, laying there, us as one
As the stars glimmer softly
And the silver moon appears
I tell them about you
I tell the cobalt skies
Of how I wished on the lights of magic
That we'd be forever
I tell the wisps of clouds
Wandering the sky
How I called with you
At this time
Seemingly ages ago
And how we promised each other
We'd never let go
I confess to the world up above
That I still miss you
And they listen to me
But you're still gone
Like how the moonlit glows
Disappear when the clouds break open
To let the dawn shine
As the stars fade away
Returning to their world as they do
Every dawn
I wonder if you'll fade away with them
Someday
I was taking a nap
And some old chap
Closed the coffin as he heard angels sing
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid to this thing
He fell to his knees
Took off his cap
And uttered a few words for my soul
I was banging and shouting
Freaking him out
He was fast losing total control
I managed somehow
To break open the lid
And sat up and glared at this chap
By now he was babbling
In a strange foreign language
Running around eating his cap
Leaped down to the floor
Dusted myself off
Got ready to get on with my day
Heard him gurgle
His face turning purple
He keeled over dead and I prayed
So I picked up this chap
Lifted him into the coffin
And closed the lid once again
But now it was me
Who heard banging inside
Must be a serious glitch in my brain
Knock knock who's there
It's me! I'm not dead
Now open the damn lid and you'll see
The words that I heard
As I got on my horse
And galloped away from the scene
Faded into the darkness of mass destruction,
Like the vein of a familiar heart,
where every beat feels fragile,
and the rhythm, once steady, now trembles.
Even a drop of water would make the earth crack and splitting open,
as if the universe itself could no longer hold the weight of its own sorrow.
Thirsty
Thirsty for a sun kiss,
for a spark of warmth to melt the ice beneath
Thirsty for that drop of dew...
There, from a tired cloud, melted and worn
shy rain falls,
But the world around me remains still,
like the cloud waiting to break open,
like the earth waiting for the rain,
like the heart waiting for love.
And here I am..
Lost in the shadows of my own longing,
yearning for the touch of something real,
for the soft weight of those drops to wash over me,
to fill the spaces that have been empty for far too long.
But the rain hesitates.
And so do I..
From the Archive Jan'25
Line of Inquiry
“I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.”
When there was still daylight lingering,
And the wind was upon the leaves,
And every leaf trembled at its touch,
On my balcony, I lazily sat.
My mind strayed like a vagabond,
Through the strange terrains of dreams,
Never settling anywhere,
Hovering over myriad things.
I was on the fringe of another world,
Idly watching the shadows chasing the light,
And the autumn clouds scurrying past ,
In endless quest across the sky.
Feeling the breath of passing breeze
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there,
In my trance, did I hear a grating sound?
Yes, a shut window opened somewhere near.
It was in the house opposite to mine.
In dim light, I saw a masculine figure behind the veil
A panther crouching under the foliage of a forest!
On that golden dusk, his eyes gleamed,
Sending out piercing shafts.
His eyes had the shine of a thousand stars
And in an instant, they got locked in mine
I don’t know what made me take my violin.
As I moved my fingers on its strings,
From it, flowed a sweet song of love.
I saw him rising slowly from where he sat
And coming closer, he parted the curtain
And smiled at me a gentle seductive smile.
From his sealed lips, some words escaped
As if proclaiming aloud- ‘I love you’!
I didn’t hear what he said, yet it meant so much to me.
I fell into a swoon, knew a sweet sensation
Creeping into me, drowning me inch by inch
We were so close, only eyelids away
And how I wished to be meshed into him!
I knew that in the depths of my sentient heart,
He made his permanent residence!
For long I carried the memory,
Of his passionate glance, seductive smile and sweet words,
Thrown across to me from an open window,
On a mild windy night of song, silence and shadows.
Again and again, it awakened in me,
A wistful longing, I hardly could resist,
Until it became a picture frozen in time.
On that gathering dusk lit in golden glow
Did he rob me in secret and carry me unawares,
On the languid wings of his honeyed words?
Or when he broke open that window,
Did he break open my heart too,
And enter it unbidden?
Held unyielding in your narrow mind
is the ignorance which keeps you blind.
Building dams will only hold you back
from accepting that white is not black.
Like a slow moving, barricaded stream,
your thoughts clot like curdled cream.
Thin skin has need to slough rejection,
Your rigid stance in mirrored reflection.
Break open the dam across the estuary
that hinders your vision. It's necessary
to move in sync with malleable fluidity
instead of sputtering words of stupidity.
Shedding skin will allow you to breathe.
Release your potential from its sheathe.
Even a snake slithers out from its skin
to crawl from where it once had been.
Little is the chance you have to accept
new ideas if they are not circumspect
to the fault of having such a closed mind.
Throw off the veil that keeps you blind.
Don't become stagnant and decompose
by turning your back, continuing to oppose
any idea with which you just don't agree.
You'll drown in arrogance, acting so lordly.
J with Four Options Poetry Contest: Free verse
sponsor :Constance La France
Date:7/31/25
“Not all pain howls, some sharpens”
by poet
I never asked to come out clean
life carved me raw on purpose
some parts were shaped in silence
the rest I had to burn
not all soft things were meant to last
I watched them melt then vanish
while I turned thorn to anthem
and dressed my hurt in steel
you think I cracked but I evolved
I had to break open just to breathe
if I could trace the shape of my breaking
I might learn what it means to remain
still I stand here not whole but aware
jagged edges still holding what I could
I walk with wounds that never fade
but shine beneath the skin
my scars all lines of poetry
the world was too quiet to hear
there’s beauty in the splintered
when you stop calling it a flaw
I keep coming back
as if, one day, I'll find
the illusive angle,
that moment of perfect alignment
when the river, the clouds,
the trees and all
that is manifested
will break open and reveal
what is really there,
when what holds everything
together ruptures
and spills forth the sublime.
I get a sense of it sometimes
at dawn when the sun
breaks through the clouds
in a blinding burst of light
and in the quiet of evenings
when a birdsong pierces
the forest with sound so pure
it seems to open a gash
in time before closing
over in a sad covering
of silence. I am granted
only glimpses as if more
would be too much
for me, composed as I am
of stuff made of this world,
its blunt chemistry.
I recall thinking of the response,
when you murmured asleep in the night,
the bubble whirls, set to collapse,
where words shimmer with resonance.
Like a rolling, flip-roll calendar on desk,
days shuffle forward, then scatter away,
an unforgettable roll call in the dawning.
Stars sparkle reluctant; veiled in the hush of mist.
It's just a skipping stones throw of thinking.
Each circle a widening ripple that fades.
Glinting with shimmers sailing in iridescent seas.
In short preview dreams, quivering, breaking apart.
Soothing rivers sweep me along with the rain.
Currents tilt thought into fractured light,
Dappling the surface with trembling shadows,
Reflections murmur softly through dark glass.
Waiting for blessings from the stairs.
The bubble whirls, bursting into absurd words.
Unanswered questions bleed into sleep,
with the humdrum that never quite dissolves.
The rain drafts letters on the roof.
Each drop a secret word etched and undone.
Yet the page tilts sideways, spilling,
the words back into the ocean pot of ink.
I chase a clock that swims like a fish.
Its scales like minutes, slither through my hands,
As the waters break open like swinging doors,
revealing staircases of spiraling white smoke.
In the half-light of sleep,
thoughts are like moths.
Fluttering at the edge
of a candle’s wavering glow.
This time between worlds,
full of subconscious whispers,
has truths arriving like chariots,
before scattering in the wake of dawn.
Half-light lingers still,
half-true, half-believed, half-known —
phantoms drift like mist,
their edges blur into breath,
then fold into the arms of dawn.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.