Roses
of the unborn
planted in
my childhood
Blooming
not once
but forever
in my memory
Blooming
not once
rediscovered
in my longing
Petals
of transcendence
falling softly
— out of time
(Deamsleep: August, 2026)
Bits of crinkled purple
somersault
doubling the downfall
of faster falling rain
The hummingbird shows me
her green side
You knew by heart Beethoven
You liked to hum his tunes
Your wind was gently blowing
In our shoreline dunes
The light of our faces
Still shimmers in the air
Although we left no traces
No sign that we were there
Among the other randoms
That fill the narrow streets
The strangers pass like phantoms
We never care to meet
Back home again, you turn on
The aircraft broadcast
I couldn’t be more wrong
Thinking our time would last
Another time writes letters
Maybe a star, extinguished
Says we’re no more than petals
Of roses unrelinquished
It’s not the same old story
It changes every day
Each time I come, I worry
What you'd suppose to say..
Protecting the peonies from gusty autumn
I cut a few and placed them in a favourite vase
on the window sill in full view of the garden.
Outside, a succession of leaves can be seen
releasing their hold on the branches of trees
and float past the window bidding final farewell.
Indoors, the peonies drop their petals one by one,
landing on this very page where this poem was written.
I gather thoughts like flowers bloom petals
Light Ascends up through the Narrow Passage
Like a Key Of Life,
unlocks the Veil
and Upwards it goes,
through the Gate that Liberates
144,000 Petals set my Soul on Fire,
I Am Rexus, I Am Brahma, I Am Israel
I stand with my high window
to the world flung open wide,
and feel the breath of time's relentless flow.
With inward glance,
I turn to touch the blossomed thoughts inside,
and fragile petals fall like summer snow.
Their faint aroma rises,
fragrant memories of the past,
as carefully I turn them in my mind.
Then, praying they might
touch the earth with gentleness, at last,
I release them to the breezes, cruel or kind.
The feelings are wild,the heart is depressed
The eyes dream, but wishes suppressed.
With constant failures and defeats
Everything seem to die,when it repeats.
There stays no charm and beauty
Life becomes lifeless and sooty.
The heart accepts no positive and nice
The fate bets on score of dice.
The mind holds,but negative thought
The efforts and struggles, seem to rot.
Life exists with no interest and hope
With only difficulties, no one can cope.
With lost hopes and dreams
Nothing good ever can happen, it seems.
The mind feels empty,craves for peace
Nothing can soothe,make it ease.
It's not the soul that's negative
It's the situation, that makes one sensitive.
The petals hide,the thorns are visible
Everything every time looks impossible.
The drought mind gets some hope with the rain
The next moment, all thoughts,flush in vain.
All that the world sees bright
To him,it's just farce,not right.
The good memories one wants to cherish
Before he lives,just perish.
To him all silver is just a dark
His sorrows and griefs, no one can mark.
Although, he always strives for better
The negatives, as always, leave to shatter...
like silk on lip
falling soft on tip
pushing further till rip
Shes like black petals
a rose plucked too soon
a velvet sunsetting moon
a kiss and a hint
she melts within it
like black rose petal
I kiss her gentle
like love too soon bloomed
a sunset and a moon
Memories of a future that never came to be
Are in bloom even before midday
The beauty of their petals is so perfect
That it seems slightly mocking
The future promises nothing
The petals say, any future
Is no more than a weather forecast
An attempt to peer into events that could not happen
To claim knowledge of them
Efforts to tame the wind
Suffer a well-deserved collapse
Nature does not like know-it-alls
It would rather perish than be known
The same is true
For any individual future
The horizon of expectations
Becomes simply a horizon
With no hint of proximity
To the sea and the sunlit beach.
petals lift their heads
adoring son's gleaming beams
swaying like beauties
possibilities~
petals poised in patient pause,
potential in bloom
Flowers die
Dry petals making a mess
Water my mouth with rot
Irritating promises
Focus on loud breaths
Empty eyes while I lay on the bed
Are you in there?
Or are you just like the rose petals rotting away on the floor
soft winds gently sigh
whispering tales of new life~
sweet scent spreads to sky.
petals unfurl wide
daffodils greet the warm sun~
a gentle, soft ride.
roses bloom in air,
jasmine ascends with slow pace~
nature's tender grace.
a world reborn bright
drinking blossoms with delight~
chasing winter's sight.
I am poetry because the heat of my dance
brings an aroma that hugs you as long as you want
I sit in the perfect spaces
Bringing light to everything precious
If you can’t stop to smell the roses
I can be the friendly reminder, of,
How soft life can be in the midst of the hard
Come back to earth
The nightmare is only the beginning of the dream
I am poetry because I calm the storm
I am the moon in the dark
Love sparks from me
And Love conquers all
My smoke carries all the feelings you need to let go of
Watch how I make the shadows of love dance
You watch me and then cut in
Like a quiet rainwater drying it tears
The end
I can’t wait for light to spark this two step again
p.s. don’t forget to blow out the candle…
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