A phantom in cold flesh and blood - this frail body, a stranger to my soul; thousand feet under a bottomless void, there is no remedy to make me whole.
Tag: Love
A Not So Fond Farewell
The dark undertone of this poem is in accordance with one of the most significant events in my life. Since the beginning of this year, I haven't been the same. Please bear with me as I process this inexplicable sadness and flush out my grieving thoughts through writing. Blessings. ********************* A Not So Fond Farewell… Continue reading A Not So Fond Farewell
Summer Rain | Poetry
The weather-beaten trees leaned over, earthy scents rose from the ground; we confessed our love for summer rain - the flourishing green 'n' tinkling sound.
A Winter Rose
You searched all ends of the worlds for a rose that would survive the the harshest of winter. How happy you were when you finally found it ! You nourished and nurtured it, gave it the best of conditions - prayed that it would spring forth and bloom into its beautiful self even in the… Continue reading A Winter Rose
A Gift From The Sea
Some days, it recedes far from the shore leaving traces of splintered shells and pebbles revealing all that is broken and beautiful on the wet golden sand - kissed by the sun.
Her Grave | Poetry
Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
ImPerfect Love | The Tears of St. Peter by El Greco | Ekphrasis Series
When you kill the very thing you love, Often, there is a price to pay - Endless heartaches, sleepless nights, No words to utter when you pray
Unveil my Mysteries| Poetry
Before you remove my long flowing veil, And uncover the secrets that lie beneath, Be wary of the peril that lies ahead, As you face the demons under the sheath.
Changing Rhythms | Poetry
You spot the twinkle in my longing eyes, You feel the butterflies flutter their wings, We dance away throughout the night - To the sound of lutes and soothing strings.
Sweet Poison | Poetry
Sweet is your poison, deadly are your gifts - Killing me slowly and prolonging my throes.
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