A potpourri of emotions
I stand here
barren,
naked,
those leaves on me
keeping up the
decked up pretenses
trying to satiate my
inconsolable heart
not to lose hope
and lose that spark
my languid arms
is the stark reality
of the emotions
being stripped off me
one by one as
they fall
scuttling towards their
seasonal death
a sign of my weary heart
the coltish life
emerging from the stupor
just to witness the last leaf
falling to the ground.
–Megha
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Read this farewell post to my writer friend Christine Ray from Sudden Denouement
When you get such a glowing and warm farewell, you know what kind of person you have been.
“The world needs strong women who will lift and build others, who will love and be loved. Women who live bravely, both tender and fierce. Women of indomitable will.” – Amy Tenney
I don’t know who Amy Tenney is, have never heard of her, nor read anything other than the above quote, (that I know of), that can be traced back to her, but after reading that very quote, I think Amy Tenney may know Christine Ray.
If the heart of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective is the impressive collection of writers and their work, editors and their passion, readers and their appreciation, then surely Christine Ray has been a potent infusion of life for us all.
For the past two years, Christine Ray has been a valued, and much loved, member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. As a writer, Christine is nothing short of impressive. As a poet…
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I'm so delighted and excited to see my six poems published in the latest edition of the Writer's cafe magazine Issue 13. I'm really thankful to the editor Marie Lightman for giving me the opportunity and for supporting my work. Following are the names of poems which got selected. They have been published as a … Continue reading Six poems published in the Writer’s Cafe Magazine Issue 13 -“Elements”
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Today’s prompt: What is the biggest problem facing the country right now? If you could only change one thing, what would it be? Consider if this problem can even truly be “changed”, or if it is something steeped in…
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There is nothing new in this world
or the place where I’m in
counting the minutes lost by the clock
with no hands
our body is outlasted by our bones
our only testament in the world
hollow and brittle
they can’t tell the truth
no matter how voyeuristic your life was
they are buried numb and mute in the
rotting soil
they outlive us,
they are marks of the immortality
but they are numb and mute
the rocks of the tomb are
battered and degraded,
as the hands bring me into it
rocks are all silent
in the stone-hearted people,
reeking of the dark pain
carried in the hollowed eyes
of the people around me
everything is stale
and reeks of the stench
of the pain and jealousy
they carry in their hearts
but I’m fresh as a daisy
my body still warm
as I’m being lowered
in the freshly dug grave.
–Megha
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“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato I'm weighed down by my sins nailed and crucified time and time again it bears a weight on my soul the daunting unbearable weight my soul bears Tugging … Continue reading Ignorant
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.
Come read this beautiful poem by Rumi shared by our blogger friend Maverick.
What was said to the Rose
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was
whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever
was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them
so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is
being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
~ Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
‘Rumi the Book of Love – poems of ecstasy and longing’.
Translated by Coleman Barks
First Published in KOAN ( Paragon Journal), Aug 2018 Have you seen the way, the surreal way the noon sits at the end of the evening encumbered by the pain and the wet promises the morning brought Now seems to be dying Broken at the seams frayed and tattered those splintered edges are now scraping the … Continue reading Tourniquet
“Wherever you are is the entry point.”
― Kabir
Sometimes I just want
to shatter myself
rip apart in pieces
shreds in small bits
so my beautiful soul trapped
in my ego laced body
can be set free
to roam the mountains and rivers
fly high in the cerulean skies
get absorbed in the dew drops and clouds
and fall softly back as rain
on all those parched souls.
Sometimes I just want to
break my heart
crack it up
in zillion pieces
pull it apart of my heart
squeeze the last bit of
drop from its veins
and gather those pieces again
to create a beautiful mosaic
a beauty for the world to see.
Sometimes I want to peel my skin
off my body
scrape and pull off the bits in the corner
of my bones
flay off all the pieces of it
imbued with pretense and debauchery
and weave it back dipped in…
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“One clear moment, one of trance
One missed step, one perfect dance
One missed shot, one and only chance
Life is all…but one fleeting glance.”
― Sanober Khan
Oh there it goes
fleetingly,
swimmingly,
gently,
just another moment
traveling on that speck dust
on that sliver of light
which you hardly noticed
with our heads down and deep
in the lap of your worries
ears buzzed and hummed
by the lullaby of the life
zapped by the lights
on the horizon
which you are blinded by
since the day,
you got here
it comes and goes
and without you knowing
the life passes by you
with a fleeting
gentle touch
And all that matters in the end
is the regret
shaped and rounded
as globule of the salty water
that everything happened
and you forgot to enjoy the view.
–-Megha
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Between the thumb and the forefinger
where I’m counting and mapping your freckles
as my fingers slide
over your curves
and etches
a map of my universe
where
my soul
my love
my passion
finds solace,
And in every nook and corner of
your soul
I find shelter for my
darkness to hide
and dissolve in yours,
and they conjure up a new shade of grey
a perfect concoction of our
joys and sorrows,
a sip of which
leaves us
dangling between the
dreams and reality
a new dream of tomorrows,
a feeling of ecstasy,
a feeling of completeness,
which makes us whole
you and me
an epitome of venus,
That magical touch which puts
the moonlight to shame
erase and clears away
every shred of pain,
Between the thumb
and the forefinger is where, my love!
my whole world remains.
–Megha
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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.
“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious . . . In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”
–Carl Sagan
I ate the cosmos and
gulped down the stars
and the galaxies
taken with a handful of
constellations and
and swallowed a couple of Comets
to warm the dark corners of my soul
sprinkling stardust on my pores,
the lights of the Aurora Borealis
is now a hidden rainbow
dwelling just under my skin
and stars lined with my freckles
twinkle and shimmer in the dark
the dancing and rotating planets
are donning my eyeballs
the celestial gaze which
can lock up your stare
for eons and
can leave you asking for more
I ate the cosmos
with the moonlight
running through my
veins
and the ambrosial beauty
defined beyond the
dimension of
space and time
A celestial love
hiding the
mysteries of the universe
unsolved so far.
–Megha
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Come read my poem featured here at Free verse Revolution for Thursday writing prompt based in the theme "Nightmares"
So happy to have found a place in the Our Poetry Archive. It is monthly poetry ezine which archives the works of the individual talents which illuminate our literary tradition all over the world. Every month they feature thirty-six poetical creations of thirty-six eminent poets around the world in a single volume. Come read my three poems … Continue reading Poems featured in October Edition of Our Poetry Archive (OPA)-“Pure”, “Nothing”, “Aberration”
“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
― Kahlil Gibran
First Published in the Fourth and Sycamore How do you measure the incongruence in your life? a life askew and unstable and mounted in a haphazard manner like the pile of the unopened letters by your door your failed ambition, piling inside your aberrant mind you did try to sort it but failed, miserably … Continue reading Alone
So excited to have my three poems featured in the "Poetry break" feature of the Literary journal Two Drops of Ink.Really thankful to the editor Marilyn Davis for accepting and supporting my work. Two Drops of Ink is a literary blog devoted to literature and writing in a broad sense. In January of 2017 and 2018, … Continue reading Poetry published in Two drops of Ink-“Difference”, “Impossibility” and “Freedom – an interpretation”
First Published in the Writer's cafe Magazine Issue 13 -"Elements" My soul without the love an empty poem Stripped of its beauty with metaphors but nothing to compare with. My mind with it's tangled thoughts ricochet between the doubts and the certainty almost sure of the day when nothing will begin and everything will … Continue reading Elements
Come read the works of a talented writer at Whisper and the Roar.
She attempts to stand
upon uneven ground
atop a broken earth divide,
awkwardly balancing
between woman and child
Fissures of inheritance
the infectious bane
of her own existence,
formed beneath calloused soles
of sister, mother, grandmother
Charms contained within
the broken locket placed
delicate around her neck;
sacred curse of ancestry adorned,
yet blessed by envious men
Gaping hole expectations
inscribed in faint palm lines
anticipate a descent from innocence,
as brute, unforgiving hands voyage
forging reckless trespass
They emerge in procession
seeking temporary resolve
within the brimstone depths of
her fractured earth pedestal; built
by brother, father, grandfather
Instinctively she continues
heart blind and bound
planting seeds of trust, inside
the empty moral vessel
of a nutrient void society
Bedded upon a shroud
of ivory bridal linens,
virgin hope buried in white
between quivering legs; her
ever consuming crimson tide
an ossuary proclaimed by men
Sabrina Escorcio was born…
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