Traversing the petrified pining wasteland
I reached the emerald meadow,
emerged from the abyss of condensed aloneness
to be with you, entwined,
in the stellar sapphire night of desire,
but the enchanting echo of your faint footsteps
faded away from the portal of my heart.
What stayed with me
was the sound of silence you made,
I heard in the music of memory,
hidden in the fervor of my emotion, unexpressed.
As the ticking clock of our sanguine time stopped
at the edge of eternity,
my yearning like the sun
flaming the fleeting horizon
engulfed you with the sensual spectrum of craving,
the pacified passion got configured
into the unvoiced language of love,
composing the lilting lyric of belonging
intonated by my ardent words, unsaid.
When drifting on the delusive trail
of the melting mirage of memory menagerie
you disappeared like the dry dust
of the caved-in dune of the desolate desert,
I heard the mute me murmur, I love you,
I never said to you.
SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
it lets you breathe
and smile even,
but when shadows hang
heavy at night
let yourself
d
i
s
s
o
l
v
e
into the slow murmur
of the
v o i d
SLOW MURMUR
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
there’s a kind of
s a d n e s s
that seeps into your skin;
it lets you breathe
and smile even,
but when shadows hang
heavy at night
let yourself
d i s s o l v e
into the slow murmur
of the
v o i d
I stand, where paths diverge,
With merry Andrew, years’ faithful surge.
The Creator’s hand, a craftsman’s embrace,
Yet dreamscapes falter, bound by time’s
Trace.
At tri-junction, like a gazelle carved in grace,
Amid ancient trees, a sanctified space,
Rooted, seeking signs yet unseen,
The road ahead-a riddle,
Serene.
Branches murmur, leaves weave lore,
Tales of renewal, of hearts once torn.
Choices beckon-left’s holds the known, paths,
Right reveals a frontier, where wild seeds
Are sown
My father's heart beats beneath the baseboards
of my chest
What scares me isn't the furnace inside it
It isn't all the hate and ignorance
It shuffles on its cane
Buh bump
Buuuuuuh bump
Buhbump
Dragging slowly, out of time
Learned it from his dad,
He told me.
Maybe his uncle
Maybe his brother
Maybe his grandfather
Maybe his sister
Maybe his nephew
"We got weak hearts son" he said
"I found my father holding hands with his and that's how you'll find me, too."
I ran.
I couldn't find him like that.
I put my ear to my son's chest every day.
In a world where rights Slumber
Justice withers like a deserted flower
The Voiceless voices out of no voice
A silent scream of Murmur that awakens.
From the Comfort of Silence
Dreams Re-Awake in defiance of the prevailing mandate
The old guard will soon surrender to dawn
The Voiceless voice, a force to be reckoned with.
Written by Joel Adi Yohanna
When I begin to pray, I hear the sound of His Kalimba play
soft as the murmur of the rain each note arrives in disarray
wild flowers wafting through the breeze
folded hands to chest down on my knees
every bloom inside of me, contains His ample loving ray
Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits.
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts.
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.
Lilacs murmur their truth
Fragrance parading in the air
Awe inspired, I raise my chin
The sun warms me too
Cherishing and loving me
I feel the lilac’s message
Her secret safe with me
rain whispers …pitter patter, pitter patter,
Bougainvillea sways … with lemon-scented breeze…
wind rustles tinkling cadence of love…
a panorama of pearlescent clouds glides by …carrying dreams from yonder hills
drip drop rain…swish me to an enchanting wonderland..
where a meandering river hums a perfect lullaby
I want to whisper to you..a melody emanated from rhapsody of mellifluous birds
in exuberance of their happiness
can’t hold their joy, want to share with the world,
a message … murmuring, muttering in a doting hushed voice ,
….we found each other... at last …..
July 14, 2021
For " Whispers" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
I stand barefoot in the golden yellow sand,
yearning for your tender touch,
as you steadily approach with gentle steps;
I see the vast sea softly dousing the shore,
and my words come out in a gasp of sob,
as I utter your name in fond hope;
Come, oh love, breathe life into my weary soul
and wrap around me playfully,
touching my warm cheeks with your cool breath;
Hearing your soft murmur of angst
wafting smoothly into my ears,
I whisper in your ears my aches of love
and heave a sigh of soothing relief..
Date: 04/30/2021
Submitted for: Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
There is a murmur among the leaves
As they rustle in the wind
They know the utter of that distant drum
will soon have their foliage thinned
Then they'll take flight to season's strum
So deep the sigh of the summer breeze
As autumn begins to whisper to the leaves
Soon summer will gasp, and breathe goodbye
As autumn with its brushstroke weaves
A chartreuse and crimson hue
4-28-2021
Writing Prompt - Breathe - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
When sad eyes sink at depth of dark to see
in the niche of soul, still like the deep sea,
find out where the drops you shed roll to lie
beyond the edge of scorched mind till they’re dry.
Mind then comes out of smoke to dance with glee
at soft pace like fleet of clouds that moves free
in the blue expanse of the seamless sky,
beguiled life spreads wings of joy and soars high.
Sunburst horizon glints the face of gloom,
in waned plants of wasteland buds again bloom,
their hued touch wafts to the heart shining bright
as it blends with glow of soul’s blissful light.
Billion drops of grief flow in stream from heart,
with its tuneful murmur new song will start.
April 20, 2021
Syllable count : 10 per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Contest : Your Best Sonnet This Year So Far
Sponsor : John Hamilton
-SUICIDE-
Deep banality circles my heart drum
Rotten stem hosting termites march
Vaccum only tears could fill
Am lost in my destiny
Caged in chains of depression
Yet my mind skips , running riot
Flipping boundaries and lanes
For the love of dear
Here tears picks it path
Along my hilly face
Playing down my heated chest
Poverty strikes it stroke
Despair takes it toll
Here the rope swings
Intestines hosting worm songs
My pulse put to sword
Can't hold my hiatus
For the Lord's call
On returns of empty baskets
A nagging Eve loiting rooms
veins cry in starved flesh
Brat murmur on idle plate
Forced to rethink my existence
crippled in the face ,
faith in future yearnings
Are fictions in nightmares
It time to take my lungs to rest
save my bitter breathe
as I turn the clocks earlier
to rest beside my forefathers
-SUICIDE-
@AHMEED ABDULJALAL.A.
Like the spring-soaked latticed butterfly,
I fluttered at the fringe of your pink aura,
longing to lace with my lips
the petals of your dove eyes.
I uttered cherished words of yearning,
but stuttered shyly, losing my breath
to the tuned ripples of zephyr,
taking my timid voice away.
When my heart whispered, I heard
you muttered in trance of rapture,
the cascading mind’s alluring murmur,
turning into the song of love for me.
October 3, 2020
Contest : Max 14 Lines Poem-Inspired Prompt
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
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