It Wasn't Amber
...It wasn’t amber.
It was light pretending
to be amber because
the leafless purple branches
said so—
their shadows crosshatched the window,
twenty-four panes of silence.
Distant shoes whispered...
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Categories:
wordlessness, childhood, color, identity, light,
Form: Free verse
Hiatus
...I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn
O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Wint...
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Categories:
wordlessness, depression, girlfriend, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
Justification of the Prime
...One space towards my realm
Two words, Time Flashes, that is why I go
While they seem to grow on leaves
Of praises that reach no ears of life
The love speaks for itself
Not one freed insi...
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Categories:
wordlessness, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
The Flood
...THE FLOOD
Sun pours through the window,
a shower of light to strike
the sheer white pages of my mind,
a stark reminder of emptiness
mocking me like the faces on the wall.
I ...
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Categories:
wordlessness, inspiration, writing,
Form: Free verse
Magic and Miracles
...New dawn of mankind
Heralded a new life.
A life of magic and miracles!
I want to see a cow fly--an elephant sing.
I want to see the blue sky open up with a fun fair ring
In the cloud's circus...
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Categories:
wordlessness, adventure, celebration, dream, fun,
Form: Free verse
A Funeral of Dead Flowers
...It was a funeral of dead flowers.
A silent and solemn ritual it was,
The wordlessness was not meant to strike
A figurative note. Make no mistake!
It was not the day of efflorescence.
The end was...
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Categories:
wordlessness, funeralfuneral, funeral, me, yellow,
Form: Narrative
Silence
...When noise abandons sound
Buried inside wordlessness
With nothing more to speak
Hush that pulls you under...
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Categories:
wordlessness, introspection
Form: Lyric
The Water Muse
...Against the sea or ocean tide,
with poetry and pen allied,
I found the water muse inspires
every word the hand requires.
How winsome is her rustic art
that from recesses of the heart,
bring w...
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Categories:
wordlessness, on writing and words
Form: Couplet