Sharp- A Weyward Sisters Collaboration

Its an awesome and a fabulous feeling when we sharpen our knives together at the Sudden denouement

Sudden Denouement Collective

I am playing with knives
again
sharpening them
lovingly
against brown leather strap
admiring the way
hair splits cleanly
upon the well-honed edge
(Christine E. Ray)

Listen!
Sounds like a violin–
fine strings ‘gainst steel bow
I play concerto
splitting hairs
(Kindra M. Austin)

I’m trimming those frayed ends
sharpening those
pointy convictions
giving them a sharp edge
a serrated opinion,
ready to pierce you
where it hurts you more
(Megha Sood)

Cold steel on skin,
I blossom,
stare down the line
take aim
at friend, foe and fortune
with my throwing knives;
multiply and divide,
split and survive.
(Kristiana Reed)

I like a razor
but xyraphi sings to me
of shreds, edges, ends
sweeter than any cutlery.
An x is an eraser,
that’s why I draw it long
to keep it clean and short
and shave me complication.
Oh, how…

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Promote Yourself Monday- September 17, 2018

Head to GoDogGO cafe to promote and share your best work with your fellow bloggers.

Go Dog Go Café

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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Between

Megha's World

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Between the spaces of my heartbeats
I have knitted you a home
Come sit and feel cozy
nestled deep in the 
embrace of my 
soul
oozing with the overflowing love
that elixir
gushing out of 
every single pore of my self
dripping from the fingertips
Come, get washed up in the
fountain of sweet milk and honey
and rejuvenate 
deeply to the core,
Between the curve of my smile
I have knitted you a home
where you get imbued with the
warmth of my pure smile
and get soaked in the
beaming light of moonlight
which will drench your
soul in its reverie,
Between the 
spaces of my fingers
I have knitted you a home
a safe space
where you can 
lay languid
your soul intertwined with me
and seeking sustenance in each other
Those fingers wrapped around each other
weave an untold story
of passion and love in its entirety,
Between the pores of my…

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Pause

I'm getting enraged constantly irked by the  inconsistencies in life bothered by the roadblocks ups and downs and inequality small glitches  and bumps and those  occasional stops  which hinders  forms a patina to its   constant glow knocks down the  its ebb and flow   Hung between  the tranquil and the turbulence  leaves with me  the frustration  … Continue reading Pause

Pure

Today is very special to me as I share my birthday with my son and find this post so fitting for this occasion.

Megha's World

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Those bony and scrawny fingertips
scrubbing and scouring every
single piece
of dust and soot
nestled between my toes
and puny soles
imbues me with the
moonlight sheen
and the milky smell I was born with
 
You slowly and surely scrub my
anger, pain and hurt away
to let in dissolve
in that turbid water
when the plethora of emotions
 are birthing every second in your mind
as you fervently look for the
scars,
small scratches,
you might have overlooked
 
As gently as the seraphic touch
on my nimble body
which you have sculpted and nourished
every bit of it
you dissolve every pain
in the small bowl
you wash me in
 
For every other soul
it is a mundane task
but
for me,
when you touch me
with your fecund fingertips
it baptizes me and
renders my soul pure
 
Your touch,
my mother,
renders me pure.
 
 

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Covert

Megha's World

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I have a secret message

a covert skill 

I am 

conversant with,

I have written you a million times 

scribbled you secretly 

nipped and tucked

you in my verses

hiding from the prying eyes

folded neatly between the pages

of my poetry 

tucked 

secretly under the 

poetic verses

you can find my eternal love

dripping in those context clues

draped in the veil 

of words and lyrics

 Hidden behind those 

similes and metaphors

lays my love for you

You can pronounce me the

Matahari

only if you knew,

So if you really seeking me

as I have longed you forever,

come read my poetry

and peek inside those syllables

to find a reflection of you

I’m trying to hide forever.

–Megha

Photo by Kristina Flour on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Guilty

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Pond (Haiku)

Dear friends, After taking part in a Haiku contest, I got inspired to make an attempt at writing haikus. My fellow bloggers, who are well versed in this poetry form, please read and leave a comment about my humble attempt. Will mean a lot to me. Update: Emily of Musings of electric Soul has kindly … Continue reading Pond (Haiku)

💛September: Suicide Awareness Month- Please Share Because You Care 💛

Do read this thoughtful post at Becky’s blog to raise the awareness about suicide and its prevention.

Beckie's Mental Mess

Suicide Awareness -- RIP Jake.. cant believe its been 3 years 11.18.10, not a day goes by that i dont think of you!

Hello, My Friends.  

September is dedicated to Suicide Awareness. 

Vulnerable people don’t always appear to look vulnerable.  They look just like anyone walking their dog on the sidewalk, a co-worker sitting alongside you at work, a mother rushing through the grocery store picking up food for her family, a child studying for a test.  Yes, people just going along their day normally can be holding in pain so devastating, yet to appear just that…  Normal on the outside to the others around them.

Such a sad truth. So many times I wish there was enough strength and hope in me to drown out the pain for anyone feeling suicidal. I don't want to sound like a PSA, but I want you to know that if you're hurting, there's help. Don't be afraid to call 1-800-273-8255 and talk with someone. We're in this fight with you. You can win.  The most horrifying thing about suicidal thinking is the feeling of losing all hope to live.  You feel estranged from yourself.  Your mind is spinning out of control and the only thought lingering is to escape from your own thoughts.  You just want your mind to stop racing and the only way some people see this ending is if they themselves end their lives.  

I can…

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Once More

Megha's World

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The deep long treacherous
shadows
cast on the bedroom wall
the hallucinations of the clock
the monsters lingering in the hall
the clever and long nails
of the desires clawing  their way in
your deep supple soul
and with an ashen mouth
soaked with the crimson
a touch of your tangerine love
I ask for the forgiveness
Once more

Sitting in the pews
reading my verse from the holy book
trying to absolve my sins
by dipping my
knuckles in the holy water
shedding my sins and
lecherous desire
to clean my tainted soul
Once more

Stretching my legs
and arching my back
to stand in the long
wretched queues  of the soup kitchen
looking away from
those empty glances
scraping away the curse and abuse
from my sullen mouth
washing it again
to make it pure
Once more

I stand for forgiveness
in front of my creator
and a devil on…

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Comment-a-Haiku Poetry Contest! – Submit Your Poem

Another haiku contest by Vita Brevis. Head to this post to know more.

Vita Brevis Press

You all loved the last Comment-a-Haiku Competition, so let’s give it another go! Here’s What You Need to Know:

Support Us Here.


Vita Brevis is hosting another four-day haiku competition–taking place entirely in the comment section of this post!

How to Submit:

1. Submit one 5-7-5 haiku as a comment on this post — all topics welcome

2. Reblog this post on your blog or write a post announcing that you’ve entered the competition, linking back here

3. Give good feedback on other commenters’ work! [This is what it’s really about–you’ll be receiving good feedback, so try to give it to others as well]

Reward: Honestly, this is less about “winning” and more about meeting and communicating with other poets.But we will choose some honorable mentions, and we’ll publish our favorite haiku on the front page of our online poetry magazine (with a link to the poet’s blog)

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We Did Nothing By Tan Shivers

Come read one of the poems from the series “Disarm” currently featured by The Rising Phoenix. It talks about the gun violence and the nasty effects of it.

The Rising Phoenix Review

We Did Nothing

As the shots rang out,
They began to run and hide

Texting and calling their loved ones
To tell them “I love you” one last time

Blood stained lunch boxes and backpacks
Litter the classroom floor

A teacher lays motionless by her
Classroom door

And yet… we did nothing

“Less gun laws”, they say, as another
Child dies

Shedding meaningless crocodile tears
As they watch grieving parents cry

Politicians too worried about their
Campaign funds

To pass any legislation that would make
It harder to purchase a gun

And yet… we did nothing

Pointless debates continue among the left, right, and
The “in-betweeners”

Meanwhile, a panicked mother arrives to school searching
For her daughter, screaming “Have you seen her?”

The shooter set off many red flags, but nothing was
Done because everyone thought he was bluffing

Ask any child what they did to deserve to feel
Unsafe…

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Foreign

“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath The elongated nights and their shapeless arrival tiptoeing of these broken dreams along the shattered corners of my heart my goblin shaped nightmares hiding around the corners and monsters in the corridors wailing and calling my … Continue reading Foreign

Loyal

Megha's World

 “She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.”
― Nikki Rowe

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lost in the morning skies

your eyes resemble the two jewels 

in the obsidian sky

Your laugh and occasional guffaws

 can put the

a thousand

tinkling 

bells to shame

You back is straight

and hair and its curls

 line the banks of a 

gushing river

your kohl-lined eyes

has eclipsed my heart with love

with your fingers 

tracing the beauty in a surreptitious way

your love was never truly mine

as your loyalty is not to me

but to the wide open sky.

–Megha Sood
Photo by Stas Svechnikov on Unsplash

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Fruitless

Megha's World

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And when you smile
And try to hide
your giggles and laughter
And those tinkling bells
Which will sweeten someone soul
for eternity and ever
And when you fail so miserably
To keep inside you
They just burst out of you
Those shots of laughs and guffaws,
Mother nature finally gives in
and bursts and spreads
the spring phlox everywhere…
Oh my love
Why you even try to hide??

Photo by Biegun Wschodni on Unsplash

–Megha

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