Harmony Asia: Favorites

May 2016 Harmony Asia

Denel Kessler

These are not
petals unfolding
and I am not light
but a daydream
drifting

These are not
lips savoring
and I am not night
but the darkness
awakening

These are
reddened skies
and I am but the dawn
a woman
breaking

REPOST
When I receive messages within minutes of posting, from two poets on HP I admire and respect, inquiring about the break in format on the last stanza, I know that I haven't been as clear as I could have been. I love getting the loves, but your discerning eyes are the true gold here. Thank you so much to David Adamson and PoetryJournal for taking the time to ask for clarity. I love the discussion! Hope the change makes all the difference...
: )

*red sky at night, sailor's delight - red sky in morning, sailor's warning...*

#woman #warning #awakening

May 2016 Harmony Asia

baggage

May 2016 Harmony Asia

NV

baggage

and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.

May 2016 Harmony Asia

Middle Man

May 2016 Harmony Asia

Emily Dolde

Middle Man

I am the middle man
But not the one arguments speak of
I am the middle man of people skipped over
The person to my left will always pick the person to my right
Leaving me stuck in the middle alone
Alone to think of why I'm not good enough
Alone to think about how to be the front man
Alone to think about anything
Alone to talk to myself because no one will lend an ear
Lend an ear to the quiet one who wants to speak
I guess I'll lend myself an ear once again

#alone #bored #tiredofbeingalone #middleman #lendanear

May 2016 Harmony Asia

Her.

May 2016 Harmony Asia

Bret

Her.

Her rage held all the power of a hurricane,
and her eyes held all the fight of a wildfire.

She was not a sweet and dainty flower to be held,
but rather a shard of jagged glass
that could cut through the flesh of others
to create a canvas on their skin.

— The End —