“to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.”
― Ellen Bass

Market Day

Market day 

Sea-ribbed from their boat-bellied passage,

Multicolored colts and flickas circle holding pens

Lipping pounded earth for hidden salt, tossing

Tinseled halters with braided tagging collars

Raising voices that claim the world for their own

Solitude (reblogged)

Solitude.
Posted by someone2b4u in Poem

Sitting here
Takes the time away.
And as time slips, I focus,
Only to become lost in thought.

I cherish this moment,
Steeped in blissful quiescence.
For at this time,
I am not weighed by labels.

At this time,
I am neither student nor boyfriend
Nor the son of my parents, nor Indian
I am human, I am alive.

Reality pervades in intervals, though.
Bringing with it the sum of my problems.
In waves of fractured glass, I am submerged,
Immersed in reflections
And for those moments
I merely exist among myself.

But like the ocean, reality recedes
I stare as it makes its way back into its crevice
As a result, reality becomes clear
I become filled with understanding.

Beginning to lose focus,
Slipping back into objectivity.
As tenses begin to make sense
I tense and assume the proper pretense

Until the next moment comes.

Black Savior

Footprints in sand. Marinha Grande, Portugal. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The sand beneath the water

Clouds beneath the tread

Of footsteps yet unseen

By the creature not in bed.

An angel of mercy,

A herald of death,

She held a bleeding starfish

In a fragile Dixie cup.

But trees can’t hold back the morning

Nor rocks hold back the tides

And within this epoch of shadow

A fellow creature dies

elemental flight

from Karina Meneghini on Pintrest

This is in response to a poem by MesAyah on WordPress

elemental flight

having gone too far, the wings

pierce sunshine, disappearing into

a dandelion that rests in the still pool

which curves across the sky as it waits

to rejoin the sea; and pinioned shepherds

of fleecy clouds shade their eyes, placing

friendly bets on when that foolish bird

will wilt but, still, not a one sees me

tumble out the other side and into

shimmering celestials where

the touch of fresh freedom tastes

like tangy pineapple juice on my skin,

and feathers sing as i zip past that zodiac,

i skip through chaotic simplicity like a stone,

the orbiting constellations embed themselves

in shining, streaming strands of braided hair,

colorful comets dance at my feet and i wrap

myself in Cosmos and utterly dissolve,

becoming one with unbounded Life

again.