echoes of summer
flow through autumn’s sleeping dreams
nudging winter’s back
Month: September 2016
Scrolls
Parchment self inflicts
Feather scratched veins carry peace
War’s ruby red drips
For Haiku Horizon’s prompt – Carry. Other entries here.
Silks (Quadrille)
winter leans with content patience
in white silk – clandestine
matters cannot be hurried –
a buttery drawl drags the last
overflow of beauty until
blossoms imitate snowflakes in flight,
held captive by night –
adrift but not alone –
sumptuous satin wafts breezy
WE ARE PUBLISHED!!! – #PoetsForPeace
Huge News.
image copyright neha 2016
Hello Everyone!
Michael, Marie and I are so excited to announce that #PoetsForPeace is now LIVE and PUBLISHED in Praxis Magazine Online! We are so grateful to Laura M Kaminski and Tee Jay Dan, editors at Praxis, for giving us this wonderful opportunity and working tirelessly in helping us get published!
We would especially like to thank all our contributors who helped make this project successful! We could not have done this without you!
You can view and download the publication here: http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem-2016-poetsforpeace-collaboration/
We are thrilled that this collaboration will also be archived in the ‘Stanford University Archive’ of the ‘100,000 Poets for Change’ collection!
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Cheers to #PoetsForPeace!
Michael, Marie & Neha
Bleak
in death,
laughing skeletons
rattle, sobbing is scarce
among bleached white
sticks stuck in inches of
half climbing, half sitting;
memories in the ether
will not disturb such ruin
but mists wander
soullessly on the sun baked mud
where imprints of warring fists,
seized up with time,
lie on arid soil – mulch for spent
shells and ironclad machinery,
rusted, stuck, cold –
benumbed like the bare bones in shallow
graves still laughing, still unaware
in death.
Black Out (Cinquain)
Nightfall
will not disguise
drab rain soaked delusions
under a star encrusted cloak’s
drapage.
Hushed Stone (Cinquain)
Silence
lies inside stone
embedded in mountains,
securing roots in noiseless cracks,
unsaid.
Silken Threats
A frayed charade is sewn into a bitter tapestry – woven
and spun by the spider that has won a trophy of tarnished silver
not gold, without triumph to hold in its stare – it is fully aware
of the tatters of human nature.
Errors taught to us get snagged and caught on rusted,
double edged swords adorned with faux pearls of wisdom that
are our tears, and which seep into wounds with each infliction
until infection charts its course.
We need only wield a thimble of armour against the monumental
travesties we sew; the deeds of mankind embroidered on life’s
fine fabrics cause dour, interlocking souls to mock our disdain,
misery and pain when we prick ourselves and bleed.
Sentenced
Footprints
Looking for myself
among crowded metaphors
my search is stranger
