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 Nov 18 Mongi
brinn
the cold air
can be seen
every time
we take a breath

my tears sting
as they race
down my cheeks
to soak into my scarf

my hand has
gone numb
and no longer had
yours to hold

Christmas music plays
jingling merrily
as my heart
shatters to the beat.

the words
dancing off your lips
hanging in the air
as if they were mistletoe

”i’m sorry”
i watch as you turn your back
and walk away
for the last time.
 Jun 2018 Mongi
Jesse stillwater
Time is fleeting
as the spring river runoff
that gushes out to sea

A heart trickles out
a moment,
minute by minute,
in a timeless ink drop;
unmeasurable expanse
     immured in spilled ink ―
   manifest in the lexicon of poetry

For only purged words
cannot quench this thirst
that is loneliness;
it's a hunger that gnaws
like an unsatisfiable ache ―
a starving emptiness
all hearts
do one day taste

Left in the sight
of doubt
and eyes that fail
to believe what they see
lain fallow in the silent
indifference

Lost in a lingering void
unburied all around,
bespoken out loud
alone in plain sight
a feigned understanding;
reticent letters shape
reluctant words
to hold forth
enunciated breathe

The only words
that still echo unstilted ―
uttered  words
indelibly felt
from lips once sweet
as daybreak dew
    upon musing tongue ―
tasting the only
voiceless truth
that ever broke my heart

a vanishing wave
that moved an ocean
   deeply ...


Jesse Stillwater ... 06 6 2018
Notes:   unstilted:  Adj. - flowing naturally and continuously

Thank you for listening to my 2 cents ...
Love birds in the cage
At times  sage at times rage
Male enterprising Greenie , his name
Female whip smart,  Bluey , her name

It took me a little while to befriend the two
Never had a pet ,Other than a fish or two

Greenie was the one
Who made calls for the feed
Bluey made sure she was the first to eat

Greenie the chivalrous, would wait for his turn
Bluey ,always on a diet , quickly she ate
Greenie ate to his Heart's content

Together they would sing
And swung
On their little swing

Born in captivity
They had wings ,but never did they fly
Or
Maybe never did they try

Fly fly fly away... I'd say
Probably... Possibly ....
Never ....ever ...never they'd say

Happy in the cage ,with each other
They knew ,no other way
Love birds ,as they say
I had a pair of love birds in year 2016 , lovely they were , intelligent and lovable .
Lost them to a preying eagle , usually kept the cage outdoors during the day.
One afternoon as I left the cage outdoors ,as I was out for some work  , it was heartbreaking to see the two dead in the cage , on my return.
I could only imagine how valiantly greenie must have fought the eagle.
I do have another pair , got  one on my younger son's insistence, it was him who got the first pair as well .
I'll meet you at the footbridge of my heart
Beloved Sai Krishna
Sleep has abandoned me
Amrit is flowing
my heart too full
white moon comes in sweet waves
Lotus blossoms open shyly
Silver swans glide past peacocks robed
in mermaid blue
Chitta Chora
We'll light puja lamps and set them afloat
like a million twinkling stars
on the Ganges
 Jun 2018 Mongi
Yitkbel
I will dwell in the silence
    Between your every breath
So that your soul is never for a moment
Barren and empty
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