Written years ago, by now. Still relevant. How time flies… for my love. Talking with you is Whispering into the wind: a thousand echoes come laughing back to me Spinning on a dirt devil of past personal secrets and inside jokes opening themselves like morning glories to the moon’s late melody. Though the story is…
Author: Sharkey
Writer | lover | educator | traveler | learner | humanitarian | advocate | seeker | light warrior | divine woman |
Living is my art and love is my masterpiece.
Take It. [poesy]
Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…
Speckled (a micropoem)
Eggshell. Tread lightly. My insides have all run out But aren’t I still warm to the touch? Enjoy my sanity with your breakfast.
until the next time [a poem]
my love like wine made us drunk. stumbling over skipped heart beats and broken guards we carried each other over the threshold of fear squinting unconsciously against the blinding vulnerability of lovers that let go of yesterday and tomorrow crashing into one another like turning 21 ignoring the consequences like foresight was a made-up curfew…
we met in the rain [poem]
We met in the rain. I shivered and you offered me your coat, opening your arms so I could walk in your warmth. I embraced you. Huddled close under my meek umbrella you lifted for us, I held your hand to help steady it against the winds, and we tiptoed and slipped from puddled shore…
(I don’t sleep with the lights on) [a micro poem]
i carved out your heart and stamped it into flames still you looked at me and called me by my beauty as though it were my name
Shitting in the Dark [a poem]
The lights are out again And no one’s home to strike the match Roused from a half state of sleep I drag my feet through the dark halls with tepid steps, a traditional Sort of homage to the ritual – This path is too familiar for me to stumble upon. The borborygmus that woke me…
A Poem a Day (Pt. III)
So, it’s the eighth and this is part three – I’ll get caught up in some way. I’m still busy in Haiti and offer no apologies for that – I’m living! I came across a flash drive I used from 2005-2010 recently and quite by accident. This micropoem from sometime early in 2005 is today’s…
A Poem a Day, Pt. II
This throwback Thursday tosses backwards a little over two weeks to thank Unfold for publishing another one of my micropoems, (broken). If you haven’t much time but still an appetite for poetry, I, again, recommend checking them out for your dose of prose. In the meantime, the poem as published with them is featured below….
Happy National Poetry Month! (and a micropoem)
I simply had to find a way to pull myself from my Haitian paradise (of course I came back) in order to honour this month of poetry – particularly as I missed most of March and February’s honours (women and blacks, respectively). For today, a micropoem – and it is not for the foolish of…
worship [a poem]
Take your sins to the foot of my temple, Prepare an altar in darkness and Command your soul to pray well. Open your heart to the sermon of honesty; Bow your head before the eternal flame, The light of a spirit with insatiable yearning for truth and pain. Worship as humble king destined to the…
New Student Feature: Siddy
February, the month of the Hallmark monetization of “love” and all things like it, brings feature to a young writer who shares two pieces of romantic inkling, one of which is a haiku with a suggestion relevant to any one of us that engages with others – and for that reason, I have included it…
Sharkey Speaks 