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the weight
of your expectations
crush me
"A black hole is a hungry beast ... It swallows up everything too close, too slow or too small to fight its gravitational force." ~JoAnna Klein/Dennis Overbye
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Oh that I had wings
like a dove!
for then would I fly away,
and be at rest.
~Psalm 55:6
Lord, I swore not to weep,
yet here in the darkness
that precedes sleep
I find them~
regret, grief, anger, relief~
rivers down my cheek.
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November 8, 2021
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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The stir of a love song
whispers across midnight,
blending times present-
times past,
punctuating the softness
of a silence belonging to memories
locked away,
hidden within heartbeats . . .
whispering a sudden longing
for a time before the time
when innocence pirouettes
on the moment of passion,
and all songs stop.
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Mother is ninety now, frail, and asleep much too often.
This may be her last year; she wants to go home and be with God,
but does not want to leave me. Go Mom, I'll be there by and by.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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The thunder sounds from far away,
wild wind runs before it carrying whispers
of the coming storm.
Clouds are dark and gray
like cloistered nuns escaping hell,
and bursting out with rain.
Lightning flashes her skirts
and her consort thunder gives chase,
disregarding those beneath their feet.
Wind and rain keep the beat
of the storm's tempestuous dance,
becoming cyclone's destructive stance.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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Somewhere beyond your misty horizon
where clouds bow low to receive the sun's benediction
of brilliant amethyst and gold-rimmed glory,
and where wind shapes the sharps and flats
of an endless siren song~
does the one I love still sail home to me?
Somewhere beyond time counted and gone,
as your waves come and go and come again
to the place on shore where parting once was sweet,
where now I wait as one half-alive and existing in the shadow
of a solitary memory~
will the minutes never bring him home to me?
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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Is there someone you love,
she asks.
Yes, I say,
more and more as each day passes.
Is there someone you hate,
she asks.
Yes, I say,
more and more as each day passes.
Is it the one person,
she asks.
Yes, I say,
one day the charmer;
another day the snake.
How can that be,
she asks.
I say,
Love is the light and the dark,
the sweet and the sad,
the fire and the ice,
the life and the death.
Love is a story held in the heart
even long after it breaks.
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My brother is a teller
Of tales so tall,
He wishes Google
Didn't exist at all!
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Where is the wildflower,
where does it wander
in the time of nearly Spring,
does it dream of the sun?
Time is such a tiny word
for that which keeps us interred
in waiting for the perennial
paradise of the soul.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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On this first cold day of autumn I dream of the Maldives.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2023
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