Eyes and ears, m’dear

Hear the things,

they speak with their eyes

Words are a lair’s arsenal,

look just how lightly they step

around promises, and juggle emotions

Look within you for your truths,

see what injustice strikes you like a fist,

understand what you stand for.

The outside, of many things, is a facade

the innards, soul and belief belie this

Flesh and bone, masks and smiles

housing within a starlight light,

or void blackness

Fondue

via Pixbay

Ants clamber upon a

far flung crumb

they eat, they build,

nest and they mate

Begin again, and again

Some farm and nurture

The others, locust among

the empty (i)

there is a hole in my stomach

that i dug myself

with scooping hands

shaped with inattention

so i do this unknowingly

like snoring in sleep

i become aware of this

hollow alcove

when i jump into the

immediacy that is reality

when my actions (or inaction)

catch up with me

Tiger Lily

… she sits so still but seems so fluid

Peering out from those Egyptian eyes

Her green gaze prowls and warns

Smelling like an old book,

and then slaps you with citrus

Let her alone, let her be

Tiger Lily will stare holes

Into your soul

You won’t like what she’ll see

© Devina S.

Life from the armchair

I’ve sat here for what seems forever

The chair carries an imprint of me

Of rainy days and cups of tea

Of breezy sunny days and a pile of  books on my lap

Oh the places I went, the scents I breathed

The friends I made, the men I have loved

All in the palm of these two trembling hands

Not again

My heart didn’t fly
Up my constricted throat
When I saw you fall off that cliff,
It sputtered and stuttered
As jagged as the rocky face terrain
Forget what I said
Forgive and forget, let’s,

Haiku: the writer

He sits, rigidly.

Fingers twitch – little girl dies.

Morning soup

The air was frigid

Like soup left on the table

 

The wind blew in forceful gusts

As if blind the to long dead heat

 

The night was a hungry child

Kiss me sweetly: Tetractys

His

Kisses

Melt me so

Bohemian soul

… Feels about as light as lead

Cocooned in a sturdy shell

Of uncertain thoughts,

And steady-getting foot steps

One day I’ll break through all the faltering

I’ll burst forth in supernova fashion

Even if to be seen by my eyes alone

For now, I hoard fanciful dreams

Of green fields, bagpipes, ribbons and gypsies

Commute: Free Verse Challenge

Poetry challenge: Free verse.

 

You see me on the train

Usually your gaze passed over me like a light drizzle

You noticed me, today’s eye of the storm

An innocuous fixture

In your dream-scape of blurry reality

You focus on me (dunno why, not that special)

On my sand brown skin and longish chestnut hair

Your eyes probe my prone form

I grow nervous, but I stare right back

I’m too tired to care this second, ginger boy

What do you see,

How sharp is the harpoon of your gaze,

Will it pin my soul in place, at your mercy?

You seem kind enough, black depth-less  eyes glisten with curiosity

You might have been shy once, what makes you so bold now

Stranger mine, that you brazenly attempt to read me

Nostalgia revisited

(The sky at 5:30 this morning, or somewhere thereabouts)

Skipping over puddles,

They vibrated with our giggles

Slam dunks in waste baskets

Crunchy sound of wheels on gravel,

On a cold wind blown night

A stare-down with the freelance tomcat

Occupied rainy days

Compulsive wanderer: Poetry Challenge

Poetry Challenge: Song titles

Oh! Darling

Rolling in the deep

On every street

A whole new world

Smoke and mirrors

Haiku: Essence

(‘House in Stanlytown Guyana’ by James Mingo, via Fine Arts America. Click to see more.)

Guyanese rainstorm –

Five o’ clock breeze

Haiku: Fond recollections

Cerulean skies,

Sultry August days alive

Haiku: Adieu

Flocculent plumage –
raining flurry, soft

Either way

Flailing in oil

No surface in sight

Only water lies below

Hunger

There’s this hunger inside of me
A living, writhing thing of many limbs
Ever insisting, never satiated

Girl, you’ll be a woman soon

(@Vladimir Mukhin, click to view gallery.)

Girl child, listen to your mama

Listen to your daddy

You might scream and shout

But more often than not they know

What they’re talking about

Because once upon a time

They were where you are

Young, new, untried and not yet at your prime

*

Girl you’ll be a woman soon

The slick black crows

will be circling you from all sides

The world outside is a wonderful place

But like every garden, it has its snakes

Rise

I remain awake to see the first light of day,

To peep silently, my face upraised, seeking blessing

Of the soft lavender glow that bathes the land

The dawn chases the tired shadows of the night

As the spearing rays gently tuck away

The loitering stars that still remain,

I breathe in the freshness of a day reborn

Grains of time

(via Fun Photo Mania)

Nights spilled into days

And the days would slosh,

Quick and messy against each other

My thoughts, helplessly dispersed among them

The bits of the shipwreck left of my consciousness

Floating aimlessly out at sea

*

And there is a creeping panic within me

Often skimming along my spine

With cold fingers of dread

The menacing prospect of stagnation

And the possibility of failure

*

Happiness, condensed

Free wifi, an extra pen
Restful sleep,
A delightfully obese pillow
Swearing without care (oh dear)
Waking to see the sunrise
Beating that idiot to a cab
Fresh lemony filled donuts
A work/school free day
Late night up watching Sherlock

An inconvenient alliance

(© Andre Kohn. Please click to the see source)

A marriage of necessity, not essentially of convenience

A situation not easily explained over tea

I close my heavy gritty eye lids and I see you

Laugh lines etched onto that handsomely expressive face

Tanned by the warmth of the happiness you exclude

Man, you are certainly a sun, one people unconsciously flock

*

In the silence disturbed by my breathing, I hear your voice

A rich warm honey flavoured that lovely romantic accent

I do my best to remain unaffected,

We say hi, hello and how do you do

Ciao, bye-bye, I’ll be seeing you!

Politeness on autopilot

*

Haiku: Lost treasures

Deep blustery sigh –

Racing colours, poignant

Nonet: Another day

(Closest I could find. Via Pinterest)

Tele antenna, slow metronome

The feathered leaf perches content

Atop the world he heralds

June moon

(via Pinterest)

Poetry Challenge: Limerick

In the airy month of June

It’s quite nice to read at noon

These hungry young days of mine

Move on

Poetry Challenge: Limerick

Why do you take their crap

It’s an elaborate trap

Simple pleasures

(via Pinterest, click to see)

Friday nights and good friends to spend it with.

Weekends and close family to make memories.

Someone to love and that he’d love me too