A Year Passes …

dealing with grief, a year on

Legacy of a Gentle Man

a dedication to the silent power of a gentle man

not incarnate

sparkle, not burn float, not fall liberate, not incarnate

the butterfly smiles

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile. you do not die in death She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to … Continue reading the butterfly smiles

damned

every breath we take quickens the way to our end damned if you do damned if you don’t

a touch of crimson

and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise

embedded in heart

as the pulse is embedded in heartbeats so the soul lies within drumbeats in the beginning was rhythm at the end...an unheard sound

empty hands

i came here with empty hands take me away such that i return with a full heart

the next world

he said the world is round she said well, the next world will be flat after much contemplation they agreed to disagree

search for reality

i did search for reality but lost sight of my dreams where dust mingles with ash unspoken words shall be heard the dreamer lives on