museum of the soul, portal to heaven, vastness of blue, an oeuvre d’art, grey lines shaded in, contours of sharks, ships, orange luminescence changes the painting, flying bats enliven— a new perspective; a sliver, a twinkle, at this temple all are welcome.
Tag: poem
Into the Light
I trip and slip through the cracks, free fall into the dark of the underworld, into the depths of past lifetimes. Gravity pulls me down and back a few hundred years, to be buried deep beneath the roots, where the air is cold and damp. And then, a feather of warmth lightly flutters over my … Continue reading Into the Light
As the knife stabs you, Our hearts bleed. As you withdrew We wondered what you need. Trust these words, From up above. Take your time, We send you love. “It’s a forced time of healing,” For you, I’ve been told. Together our hearts are beating. O, what a time to behold.
How Paradoxical…
It’s becoming more real As it comes closer and closer The virus, Both physically and from the personal stories Of those we love And their loved ones The blue waters, The green valleys How peaceful, How paradoxical They whisper, “keep calm” And they remind us, “this is the way of nature.” But the nerves are … Continue reading How Paradoxical…
Exhaling
Into the depths of despair She plunges head first Fingertips break through Not even a splash She confuses fatigue with darkness She searches for routine, for stability And just as naturally She comes up, Fingers reach for the surface A gasp of air, a lift She looks out at the view Life breathes all around … Continue reading Exhaling
Nothing Less
A stranger stares back at me Dark rings highlight hollow eyes Dry hair thin, Grey and split Fleshy rolls spill, Out of the old wardrobe Tired skin sags, Rough and loose, Being dragged along, On a noose Every day, New wrinkles are drawn in By some magical being Playing a mischievous game A reminder of … Continue reading Nothing Less
To My Zambian Friends
It is a self imposed exile I live I magically hide And protect myself From feelings of deep love, Of memories gone by, How do I say goodbye To this land and its people That I know and love deeply: The white toothy smiles The majestic trees Lining endless skies, The powerful energy in the … Continue reading To My Zambian Friends
The Bird and her Guide
Thud, the little bird fell, the glass remained intact; the bird was stunned. He approached her filled with compassion, wrapped her in a warm, beige towel, held her close to his softly-beating heart. He stayed that way for a few minutes as she came to; alive. She squirmed, unaware of what was going on. He … Continue reading The Bird and her Guide
Roots
deeply grounded, intertwined, exposed, growing above and around one another strong, they prop us up support, note, in the knowing of that past accept, admire, step on, discover infinite potential, we are handed a permission slip to grow from them; some roots hundreds of years old some we find around … Continue reading Roots
Whichever Way Things Fall
My mind is tangled Only time can release that Free me Dance is a garland Of pretty flowers around my neck Deep roots Grounded into the earth I move to the rhythm of life Stomp through uncertainty Knowing that love’s At the heart of it all Whichever way things fall
Natasha Devalia 