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Veritia Venandi Dec 2020
A part of me which was ether
Escaped into space to look down upon myself...
Draped in shawl and sweaters, it saw me bleeding on crumpled sheets of paper,
Staring vacantly to an invisible horizon, where words became waves and emotions -a deep swirling ocean
It saw me smile... It saw me cry...It saw me being another... It saw me being me...
As I carved letters with ink in the hope of calming a storm inside me that seemed otherworldly...
My ethereal self understood tis the time, the aesthetic moment that appears in the life of every poet,
That harbours the essence of their lives
A moment so fleeting to be captured on camera... A moment so tenderly fragile...
So my vapoury self remembered unto it's memory it's own writing self...
And slowly returned back to me
So, this is how I remember my state... This is what I finally wrote unto paper...
The description of my candid moment!
Just tried to photograph myself writing this!
Thank you dear all for reading this❤
William A Poppen Nov 2020
Each morning
He gathers
Those essential items
Left on the nightstand
Car keys, pill box,
jack-knife, and ball point pen

Pockets filled
With the necessities
For the day
He made a mental note
Find moments of stillness

Discover moments or places
To create a pause
Without sound
Or movement
Some short time
When he will inspect his
Surroundings
With noncritical awareness
Engage with the world
Like a wistful child
Who picks up a pebble
Rolls it over and over
Between his fingers
Studies it carefully
Before secreting it
In his pants pocket

During that moment of stillness
Perhaps he felt
Comfort oozing from
The stone or
Noticed the beauty
Gleaming at him
Reflecting the sunlight
Washing him with renewal
Traveler Nov 2020
The interpretation
Is determined
By the viewer

Steady your brush strokes
Choose your colours carefully
Groom the melody
Allow the bridge to connect us

The walls of paradise
Are but a creators prison
Snakes slither within
That which was meant
To keep evil out

The cosmos are but a picture
In our minds limited eye
We see from within
We believe our lies
As our projections
Redefine
Traveler Tim
Kathleen Nov 2020
What am I thinking ,

I'm thinking of days gone by,
Warm light
Dark shadows
Corners of my mind
I thought lost forever

I'm thinking of solitude
Gentle rivers flowing
Mighty seas crashing
Skies that cry

I'm thinking about life itself
The  beginning
The end
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
Like, no rivers
I'm an ocean
I stay calm
And deep
Till the phases of the Moon
Change the mood
Yet
Still I'm an ocean
With some tidal waves
Till it settles
Back to normal

Still
Ocean, I am
Ocean, I remain
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Dope
आमा भन्छिन्
उचाल्ने, थेचार्ने मान्छेहरु
धर्तीका छालहरु हुन्
तिमी समुद्र हुनु
Guess who I saw today?
Myself.
In you.

I wonder if today you saw
Yourself.
In me.
our reflections are twins
Noah James III Oct 2020
From Spirit's plane to ER, I
Waited 4 hours post triage.
Watched a middle aged white lady wail herself to the front of the line for her pain was the only thing that mattered in a room of other equally ill patients.

My body shocked and perhaps still in the sky.
It was this moment that solidified that I had matured: grown to know long suffering love more that the other traits. Patience was as rooted as my African ancestry, my black race.
This is an observation poem the stings me like Bee mid meditation & reflection. There is so much to unpack and release when the pain is this bad. I am grateful for another outlet that allows me to share my journey.
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