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Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Hokahey!

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Mike Essig

Hokahey!

For Jim Harrison, 1938–2016*

Everyone takes the Ghost Road. End as beginning. Flowing.
You loved water more than fish, birds, even poetry.
Now your soul is immersed in infinite waters. Paradise.
Now you swim the particles. Fish the waves. Dead eye open.
Nothing foreign. Parts. Whole. Served. Serving. Never alone.

Jim Harrison, the man I have long considered America's best living poet and novelist, took the Ghost Road today. I have read every word he has ever written, some many times. I have proselytized for his work for over 30 years. I never met the man but I feel I have lost one of my closest friends. My world is a lonelier place. Water ran through all of his works. Wherever you are Jim, I hope the waters flow. Swim in peace. Hokahey.

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

i'm sorry, my love.

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Jen Grimes

i'm sorry, my love.

Your strings snapped
In my hands,

I broke them;

all the strings
that were holding you together.

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Swimming In Possibilities

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Mike Essig

Swimming In Possibilities

Doesn't matter
if your eyes
are brown,
hazel or green;

they remain
pellucid pools
into which
I want to dive;

living
possibilities
I yearn
to explore;

mysteries
only I can
illuminate.

Allow me
to try.
~mce

rp

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

SPOKEN EYES

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Olivia Kent

SPOKEN EYES

In your eyes.
I saw the love that grew.
I thought of you.
I still do.
I felt your hands touch mine.
A whisper in my mind.
You are an echo.
Sometimes you rumble like a storm.
A charming storm.
A fire storm.
You burn my heart.
A comfort blanket.
Created by two
You and I.
Baby boys blue.
(c)LIVVI

Written about my two baby grandsons, ELLIOT, who is a year old on 12th April and BRADLEY, who is two on 7th April.

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

BYE

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Olivia Kent

BYE

You stole the diamonds in my eyes.
And turned them into tears.

***** dragons dancing at daylight.
With bright sparks they fed you.
Filled you up.
Love of my life.
A lovesick pup.
Been the same for years.

Coffee creme and mallow kisses.
Dreams of love forever wishes.
Strawberry fool.

You don't see my tears.
I won't let you.
No regrets.

Costly trinkets winked as you fled.
Sparkled for a moment in space,
Then you were dead.
Filling up again.
Tangerine dreams and jealousy pain.
You left my soul so cold.
Still I wait for the greatest love of all.
I see the phone.
It never rings.
You never ever call.
I fell at your calling.
Kinda stopped falling.
A chalk on a bedpost.
Merely a ghost.
(c)LIVVI

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Letter to Sally A. Bayan

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Traveler

Letter to Sally A. Bayan

Dear Sally:

     Hi! I see you stopped by my page, you're always so thoughtful!
And I did stop by your page, you know, to see what you've been up to lately.
      Unfortunately, yet fortunately, I ran into all my favorite HP Poetess and poets that you so kindly re-posted. And so after reading down your list and commenting and liking all our wonderful friends' poems, I realized I never found your poems.
      Anyways, Thank you Sally for giving me a new home page to read my faves.
       Seriously though, you are very awesome and have a wonderful heart!

Sincerely Traveler
                  Tim

Thanks to Denel, Pud, Eddy and the list goes on!

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

SELF PERSPECTIVE

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Traveler

SELF PERSPECTIVE

How many times
Did you fall down
Before you learn
To walk away
How many times
Did you fall in love
How many hearts
Did you break

How many loved ones
Have you let down
How many promises
Did you forsake
How many more
Lives will you touch
With the selfish
Battles you wage?

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Addict

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Star Gazer

Addict

... And there she stood
Trying to figure what's bad or good
         As her palms crashed the gravelled ground
She asks herself, 'How did I fall this far?'
     Pacing herself back and forth
In an attempt to sweat the addiction from her pores
             And her hands shaking and trembling.

      She pulls out a one hundred dollar bill
In exchange for a white powder
           And as she snorts the powder
Falling onto her hands and knees
                 Realising she wrote her own fate.

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Growing

Mar 2016 Sia Jane

Star Gazer

Growing

I used to love the sunlight
And the moonlight
Because I saw your face
Reflected from them.
I stood in the shadows now
Dodged the sunlight,
I sat in the corner of my room
Hid from the moonlight
Because they reminded me
Of how you
Broke what wasn't yours
To break.

I watered a garden of sadness
I watered orchards of ache
Because
Flowers only bloom
In the face of people's gloom
Because
Every rose petals
Lives from a pain that settles
Inside all of us.

Grandparents told me when they are sad they plant seeds because even though they were internally or emotionally dying at least something else is living or growing.
They told me there's more to flowers rather than just scent and appearance.