Yesterday’s colours splash, Fill pools on the sidewalks The present horror making cracks Great ravines of political bloodshed And placebos for real families The buses heave by Casting grey yellow crests In their wake. The door of my driver side rattles, The third layer on my morning’s shuffle Second to nature’s steady beat against windows…
Tag: love
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…
As I Recall [a poetic]
I see our dates In addresses and license plates Time we shared Stamped reminders into the world The code of us I see orange red flowers in trees Spicy blue drinks Rocks like dinosaur poop And hear them lilt “la-di-da” Simple things An album of memories and emotion for me And I wonder if you…
About last night (a poetic)
Legs twined. Our fingers climbed each other through the night. Scarves undone. My locks tangled yours Little brown vines. Inhale the moment Before memory wakes us – We are supposed to be angry About something Inconsequential. We use eggshelled silence To mask the sleep in our step. Courteous and unremarkable We play at passive anger…
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…
‘Til Death Do Us Part
They were 2 ghosts at coffee Polite, if not a little awkward Corpses blushing for the first time Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs Except they were very much alive And it was burgers, not coffee, And polite did not conceal The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a…
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;…
#selfie
As I transition the layout of my website over the next few weeks, old pages resurface and I’ve elected to give some of them homage with a renewed posting. The following is one such, posted a few years ago, in honour of Women’s History Month and, of course, myself. All my life, I’ve been taunted…
(every word I write is just an excerpt of forever) – micropoems/excerpts from a series
I’ll love you into forever – Through crossfire of liberal syntax, and simile, you’ll be a favourite in literary history. . . . Every page the echo of my heart beat: Your name is poetry, and, for love, my tongue will live beyond the books to tell them how you’re called.
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,…
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.
Sharkey Speaks 