Navina 2h

When I was a child a gust of wind seemed like a storm,
I would gaze at the dark sky with memories horrendous floating around.
I would pick up the sword and fight- not my enemies,
but my shadow that wouldn't lay dead.

She traveled in the darkest places,
she jumped, she cried, she suffered and she died
then a light came around with eyes like mist
a greyhound behind that dragged soul-less faces.

A fate that surrounded me for longest time
it whispered my name
I knew I was next,
I swayed between the truth and reality.

my universe got smaller,
every day got harder
and as moments passed by
I knew I  couldn't escape what was in store

how could that be the end
It was my whisperers choice
Run, is that all I can do?
the light never showed up
but left behind my whisperer
with numerous faces hanging around
nameless. with no desire
there was no fate nor destiny.

I knew my shadow would hide
the truth, she knew
but reality broke its reason
she is running too

is there a way we would meet
running on the same road
is there a way we stay together
betray fate and make destiny ours
The process of accepting one's persona is a pathway of realizing, and analyzing and also loving the result
#hellopoetry #whisperingwinds #darkesttales

Written by
Navina  24/F/INDIA

Veritia Venandi 16h
Carvings and cravings!
Life is a blend of carvings and cravings...

Memories carved in eternal rocks under the witness of a forever sky...

Playing in puddles,dancing in the rain, running after dragonflies, eating berries, stealing cookies, believing in the moon chasing you, reading fairytales and waiting for Santa Claus!

While wishes remained in flight...in wandering migration...in search of fulfilling lands...

To fly like a bird, view the world atop a tree, build a rooftop library, become king or queen for a day, watch meteor showers, laugh and cry without anybody looking, sleep under the stars and escape into the woods!

To measure life as cravings and carvings thus...
Is to understand it's true essence which is
"Endless...! "

If I close my eyes its almost as if I were back there again
standing in a field of snow mitted and scarfed to the chin
Front window frosted from our breath iced fingers scribing
yes I can almost remember the exact smell of snow...
A winter hat edged in fur, warm and fuzzy round my neck
big fat snowflakes falling gently while inside, electric heat
father appearing from a distance buried in a snow squall
mother with her rosary praying for his safe arrival , me
tucked under a blanket sleepy eyed and tired praying,
I hope Christmas comes soon, and then I fell asleep.

Remember the tunes of yesterday and let the music carry you away
to another place, another time where the sun is warm and so divine
Let the notes carry you through the winds of another dimension
join the air that swings between the stars at night and be the breeze
Come to the river and bathe in its calming waters like the swan,  
then flow into the ripples of the lake and let your shoulders fall...
Here comes the color of peace riding  on the waves, its here for you
so sit down beside the blue and stay a while, let the music play on
while the melody joins the movement of the air.  Relax and be steady;  
Remember the tunes of yesterday and let the music  remind you
of a  time when life was slow and nature was healthy and bountiful.
Bring back the memories of your favorite song, and let your eyes smile
Come to the river, bathe in the waters , show up and stay a while .

I am a writer; it has taken me decades to admit that about myself. I use poetry to excavate meaning, to express love, to appreciate human frailty. I wish to share and celebrate these emotional moments with other writers and grow within a community.

South City Lady 2h
residue
truth leaks between words
when solitude bends
& cradles the past we are
always a child
within the recesses
of a smile  the sinner
kneeling before the altar
of our saint we are
sands of time adrift
in a storm never recollecting

each caught between
nail beds and wisps of hair
tied in ribbons of distant youth
we are mirrors cracked
& misshapen
seldom self reflecting
for fear that if we silence
the noise too long
we'll be caught
listening to sobs
of rain collecting
in gutters heaving

with resistance
an ever aching
reverberation
who have I become
who have
I
        become?
#maturity #reflection
South City Lady
Written by
South City Lady  49/F
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vienna bombardieri  Your writing is full of honesty and revealing phrases that I admire. You show great maturity in your writing dear South City Lady, Keep u the great writes. Blessings.

first day
Sitting in the faculty lot
thinking how I'm as nervous

Turtles are amazing reptile species both resilient and wonderfully slow
they endure all kinds of changes & survive in many kinds of weather
Retracting their heads right inside when they sense danger  is normal  
sort of like us when we feel threatened we run to our safety hiding zone  
Our hearts are attached to our bodies like the shell is attached to the turtle,  the shells of most turtles are composed of layers of keratin
resembling the protein on our finger nails.
Take life slow and  enjoy it, When you move quickly  more is accomplished, more is diminished
Slow-moving reptiles with cold-blooded metabolisms live longer lives
we too can slow down life by looking at things & people differently
Watch the way the light is cast on a flower, realize the value of looking
Choose your footsteps with intent take them to your heart and breathe
Even if turtles lay lots of eggs , we give birth one babe at a time
so spend time with your children, let them know they're loved everyday
Sign up for meditation, or just walk like a turtle in your favorite spot
turtles are smart creatures that know life is short so please don't abbreviate it,  LIVE IT WITH PURPOSE, NICE AND SLOW ...

MORNING HAS BROKEN OVER THE HORIZON TODAY
GATHERING THE STARS OF YESTERDAY  
SOFTLY LANDING ON MY PATIO THE FEATHERDUSTED
MEMORIES OF THEIR SHINE BECOME EVENING LIGHT;
MOONBEAMS APPEAR  AND MYSTERIES GATHER ROUND
I QUESTION GODS METHODS BUT OH I NEVER DOUBT  
THAT HIS MERCY AND LOVE CAN GET ME THROUGH
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER NIGHT ...
DUSK HAS SEVERED MY FEARS , TAKEN ME HOME
TO WHERE THE WILD HORSES RUN
I LOSE MYSELF IN THE MOMENTUM OF TIME AND RETRACE
MORNING HAS BROKEN OVER THE HORIZON ONCE AGAIN
GATHERING THE LUMINOUS STARS OF YESTERDAY.

Once upon a time a dream  was etched in gold
airbrushed in passion both strong and warm
then one day you died and left me to grow old
without your living light death took me by storm
Down to the bottom of the sea I went, slowly
like a sinking rock that never met cuvette
floating in amniotic fluid in my own  debris
I found that I had lost the diamond of my get;  
"Take  me in"  I asked the sea with whimper plea
but in its spewing foam I  sank more and more
sinking with despair I fell into the deep blue sea,  
recalling just how much I loved you, to the core.  

August 10, 2020

She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed ****** Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.

originally written in 2018

Miles away from home where the sun is on fire with yesterdays dreams
an Indian sari gown of silk and bead arrives  bending the wind to its  will
warm rain and saffron tinted skies caress gold eyelids and irises of old
Miles away from home the strings of my guitar recall Indian streams
and warm walks on the beach. A faint song  clings to her ghostly figure
like a lyrical refrain, while a fading light begins to lose its shine ....
August smiles still simmer on my mind ,  I was a young man in love  
with a Princess who cradled my heart to the rocking motion of the moon;
She took me to Saffron Hill, then flowered me with poetry, oh what a thrill
to be so close to the sun and not to burn from the throws of her quill ...
Miles away from home I felt the power of her light and then she was gone,
like the monsoon rains of India, she disappeared in September leaving me
to strum my guitar in a Cincinnati bar, watching neon lights light up,  
I told it to old Fred , but he just smiled at me and handed me
a saving thread , "Son,  you'll always have your memories"      
then he handed me another Sangria, the color of her swiveling dress.

You walk into a secret garden in the middle of a hidden alcove
The hawks are flying high and the silent sky whispers stay a while
On the fence are morning glories climbing up towards the sun
there is a bench that awaits you, strewn atop the wood, a rose  
It has been sent to you by your guardian angel with a message,  
" you are loved, beyond all measure",
So many flowers growing, blooming , reaching , scenting this place
peppered carnations of strong, orange marigolds of fired beauty,
California poppies, dainty flowers with lacy faces
day lilies, cornflower blue beauties, all here to bless you
Come rejoice and heal in this garden of hope and dreams
Allow yourself the pleasure of smiling, become whole again
Beneath the tutelage of  faith you can be part of this scene ,  
so bloom,  of your own accord .

July 31, 2020