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  Nov 2014 K Mae
Pradip Chattopadhyay
poems flow like rivers in tide
when she’s by your side
and reclines a November afternoon
on the back of the crescent moon!

you tell her stories only for her made
as the birds their weary wings spread
when her face is west borrowed red
and you grab the last flickers before they fade!

you don’t talk of love but companionship
as night wears on and comes not sleep
the mangrove smells of long dead shells
with returning tide the river swells!

beside you walks a woman in your mist of tears
a face you hadn’t seen over all these years
she’s the woman you wonder if you ever knew
a companion a lover one dream forever new!
K Mae Nov 2014
as you create a blazing path
  and offer all you are
       for all that is rejoicing         
          how precious life is

knowing nothing I see you
       living as you must 
          raw and true
        volcanic heart awareness            
      embracing and embraced
                 by unknown
                     the partner true
K Mae Nov 2014
quite small, really
but open to depths
never closed since first shock
awareness being here
with no encoded response
from flesh dusted wild pulse
expressing just what is
open    as one   as all    is one
treasure
already manifest
uniquely not comfortable  
welcome  not  known
nowhere  to  hide  being  now
I would love to share this with you with my voice as balm and rhythm
  Nov 2014 K Mae
SG Holter
Today, I have nothing to give.
my soul's back is weak.
eyes narrow at any source
of light.

I have carried my whole life.
now I can barely support the weight
of my own intentions.
today, I am the child inside that

every grown man hides.
my hands feel small, and I drown
in my workman's clothes.
even light things seem heavy.

today, I praise the fact that I have
warm arms to lean my head into.
soft lips against my forehead.
soft fingers tracing the lines

of my face. today, I will reap the
reward for all my years of hard
work. all the times I stood up like
the only adult in a room full of

grown-ups. today I allow myself
weakness. softness. inactivity.
today I'll let the man sleep, so the
boy can come out. and cry.
K Mae Nov 2014
so plant myself in earth
  lie with weariness relaxed
    with nothing to uphold
      being totally embraced
        fullfilled at last engaged
             longing complete
                 nothing to ask
K Mae Nov 2014
miss you dear
til you are near
then push, push away
K Mae Oct 2014
walking hearts the long way
up mountains
down mud ice rock
carrying anima
and animal as needed
with intent sensitive agility
and brilliant sullen creation
beyond my comprehension
walking bliss walking
no where home
no lack
I hold the needs
as you walk free
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