Mother Earth #Haiku

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Evening  is raw nerve
Held tight between blades of grass
Down of earth’s warm flesh

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Inside, Will the Sun Shine?

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I wish it was possible to live
without a heart,
and walk inside a head
without thoughts
and dread.
And as I was walking in my head,
the lighting wasn’t set –
good moods left me at the lamppost –

its metallic flavour permeated my tongue
as I wrapped my cold arms around it,
while your taste
and the taste of blood
brought me darkness and tears.
I had hoped reinventing
the sunshine would bring me
memories like ham rolls,
and hot mustard
spilled onto a tablecloth of time
where I’d lay out my choices;
of meetings in the square,
casual and attentive,
awash with shadows
when they came to serve the daylight,
and with more than enough warmth
to dry these morbid tears.

I still walk for hours and hours,
but never venture out.

Bring me sunshine,
bring me laughter,
bring me love.

Amrita

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As dark nights prevail and stars
make you ordinary, you will yearn
whilst you struggle outside of me,

caught up in heaving times
pressed close to chest.

I am made up of hundreds
and you knew who I was –
till I married him –

worship me still
amid cold comforts lost –

pray, come back inside,
leave naivety at the door
lest you succumb, but beckon it not.