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Sunken behind the sink
View out of the window,
is a silk screen print
Delicate as a fingerprint

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
I slept on the bed
of a poet, Gibran
and there fell a poem
into my head
like a song…

“One day you will ask me
which is more important?
My life or yours?
I will say mine
and you will walk away
not knowing
that you are my life.”

I slept on the bed
of a poet, Gibran
and my dreams were filled
in my heart was a song
a longing so sweet
a desire too strong
till the museum guard came
and moved me along
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IE574Lqn6FM

Note: Kahlil Gibran pronounced Jibron in Arabic
A moment on the ear an opus creation without flaw  
the sound of pure laughter from a child on a see saw    
prolonged hours of ecstasy in the palm of God's hand  
the sound of the ocean on my chest and where I stand

A daffodil of yellow smiling up at me from base  
the scent of petrichor in the soil after a days rain
spectacular views from Mars or any place in outer space
just about anything that makes me laugh, insane  !

A slow and gentle kiss and poetry, from Baudelaire  
romantic dates that end with chocolate and roses
wooly socks, afghan blankets made of little squares
antiques that remind me of mom, and her neurosis

a million breaths released just after,  "I SIGH",
and all the things on my bucket list before I die.  
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
I wash my hands with ink
From letters

I wash my heart from ink
With letters
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
© d.a.dens
She calls me in the morning, before the day begins
She helps to numb my scars and forget about my sins.

I met her when I was young and wide-eyed
A friend introduced us and we've been married ever since
Now I can't get rid of her but she helps to numb my scars and forget about my sins.
How many social media breaks will you take
until you’re okay
you’re okay
you’re okay
I got so used to hiding who I was
to others

I still hide from myself now
“Bombs away!”

You called.

They exploded with love.

Then suddenly,

The world was left empty.

Until the next wave.
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