Poetry

poetry

An acrostic poem melding of the concepts of ars moriendi and ars amandi — I begin this post with passages from Hermann Hesse’s fabulous first novel, Peter Camenzind, that sparked the initial flames within me to create this piece. “That’s the way it is when you love. It makes you suffer, and I have suffered much in the years since. But it matters little…

A poem — Everyone knows that I speak occasionally. What they do not know is my mind speaks on many topics without any pause. You are the first person in my life who understood my unuttered romantic stories. You’re the only one who can instantly communicate and can listen to my inner voice as well, always with clarity .

Muhamad Ali & Bernadette Devlin. Imagine the power in that room — when two respected fighters met. Imagine the power in that room — two revolutionaries either side of the water. Imagine the power in that room — respect for each other at the top of their game. Imagine the…

Life unfolds as a tapestry of repeated losses, and I, perpetually tardy, am slow to grasp its lessons. Each scar upon scar, life's ceaseless wounds emerge, while I, oblivious, fail to notice their intricate patterns. Unseen chances, like fleeting whispers, slip through the fabric of existence, and I, heedless, let…

A tribute poem for Rob on the day of his funeral — His name was Rob He lived his life with a passion love in his heart a young wife to whom he was smitten And together their precious boy made his life whole He wanted nothing more than to be with them forever “The news is not good in fact, it’s quite…

3:11am. Dubai. Visible, the want not to be Together, the need not to be The need to be seen, but afar The want to be together, but afar Will finiteness of time, I beat Can what I have lost not, I find Could what is not, I ever lose To care not, should…

This poem was written for a friend on her birthday, wishing her a happy birthday and depicting her personality in the way I understand. In expanse of dreams and journeys wide, A spirit ablaze, a traveler’s relentless stride. On this special day, we gather near, To celebrate a friend we hold dear…

4th Friday Prompt: Let the Image Lead You — “…when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” From Abraham Lincoln’s first inaugural address Mighty wingèd mites. Not here to save our day, but to vex it — alighting upon a bowl of fruit, wine diamonds in a juice glass, an iPad alit…