12+07, 1+2+7 is ten is 1+0— that’s one, by numerology:a beginning, a startThe decisive start to honour the “hello”s on a pageFirst received 10+7, on an eight— infinity turned upright, Should that have been a sign? A sign we’d be blessed to acknowledge the other 7 before it, 7+1+9, the day we met,Wandering enamoured 7…
Tag: balance
Lions are never surprised [a poetic]
On this I do meditate:Does it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Two manes wrapped atop our headsAs we took to stately rest in bedYet sleep could not allureFrom temptation of experiencing a love so pureOn this I now meditateDoes it surprise you that we arrived together at the lions gate?Your paws…
a love chronicling [micropoem]
[[July 11]]] On now stained bedsheets where he laid me down to sleep,I did die, though my soul he refused to keep:Understanding that love is free,He reciprocated what was given back into me, And we continue in our ways Loving as promised into “forever” days.
What god/call of the wolf [a poetic]
At an edge of the wood, where there was no path,Where I explored freely,Suddenly upon the soles of my feet,Still wet on muddied play,Scratched the roughness of paved hard road,Two grey legs stretching forever beyond meFalling into the horizon.I look back at the wood behind meSearching for the knowing guiding gaze of the wolfThe wild…
Not imagined [poesy]
I was standing here Red dot on a map Of cross roads and constellations When the world slipped from under my feet Vivid emotion Truth spoke my name In a hundred different colours Symphonies of silence Sang the solo of serendipity As I fell into a pillow of peace Warmed by the assurance of my…
Naturally Inclined (a poem)
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…
ananda (a poetic)
ananda.slumbering nerve-ends ignite in memoryof vowels and symbol combinations long forgot vocabulary runs as a river on recollection of you sathya.do I trust you?sattva.I see it in you, lighter than day. I trust that. shanti.I knew these pieces of the tongue oncecould call on them in moments of samagiving myself from the world of unrealness,…
Self-Musing 4 (poesy)
Strong Applied liberally to others But like the root that dies To give sustenance My tongue fell out of my mouth Upon looking in the mirror. You don’t know of the grace with which I’ve maneuvered through the darkest paths to no fault of anyone but the trumpet who so loved its very own existence,…
Once alive [a poetic]
I was alive before I met you. The sun rose every day, Bringing light under crevices, chasing Shadows into corners; The wind pulled my hair like A teasing child, and The moon sang her orange solo, Awaiting the sound of the wolf’s. I wrote sometimes, cooked a bit And smuggled sleep out of my pillow…
kesmet (an excerpt)
It is an epic. It is unfinished. So there is this… Inevitably, my name will be spoken On the undercurrent of every love line, and Every syllable of speech unspoken of things on the mind, Echoes from his heart. We collided, smashing this dimension Into a million sparkling pieces And rebuilt, me within him, him…
divine/ unclothe my mind [a poem]
I’m standing before you Almost entirely naked – Almost. … Waiting with this last shred… I’m asking you to unclothe my soul Let your fingers run delicately down my spine Tracing the dignity of a thousand ancestral goddesses before me That bore me; See that my eyes are not like stars But entire galaxies themselves…
Sharkey Speaks 