Zywa - Hello Poetry

Zywa Oct 2023

My suffering ends

here, as I pass through the door --

into not-knowing.

Poem "The Wild Iris" (1992, Louise Glück)

Collection "Stream"

#death #salvation

Zywa Oct 2023

There's a thunderstorm,

lightning above me, rumbling --

deep beneath my feet.

"Begging to Be Black" (2009, Antjie Krog), in Lesotho on December 1st, 2008

Collection "Here &Now&"

#thunderstorm #lightning

Zywa Oct 2023

It is May, and yet

winter is in the air now --

that Mama is dead.

Poem "Nocturne" (2013, Louise Glück)

Collection "Stream"

#mama #sadness

Zywa Oct 2023

Well, I used to cry,

but I stopped, because no one --

cared, no one at all.

Film "Past Lives" (2023, Celine Song)

Collection "VacantVoid"

#attention #crying

Zywa Oct 2023

My poet friends sleep,

it's quiet, I look at them --

eat a banana.

"Desolation Angels" (1965, Jack Kerouac), chapter 2-1-13: Mexico City, written 1961

Collection "MistI"

#night #quiet

Zywa Oct 2023

Inconceivable

God is, creating the world --

without any act.

"Desolation Angels" (1965, Jack Kerouac), chapter 1-2-89
Collection "MistI"

#god #creation

Zywa Oct 2023

Everything that we

humans can touch is sacred --

Sacred Emptiness.

"Desolation Angels" (1965, Jack Kerouac), chapter 1-2-89: the essence of what you can touch remains a mystery

Collection "MistI"

#life #gift #sacred #holy