Micropoetry

Monosyllabic

shards of judgment

and injustice

sipped and swallowed

to ebb a life.

- @NoSylviaPlath



Gingerly,

I held my life

From the pit of my stomach

To hold and to nurture

The throbbing pulsating

Grieving mass of horrors

I bore for many lifetimes

Of faults unknown.

- @NoSylviaPlath



She gave him

All her warmth.

He twisted her insides

And pushed her

Into her grave.

- @NoSylviaPlath

Micropoetry

What is love

They ask

Love is a task, says I

Bereft of joy

Once the moment is past. 

~ Self

Let her live

She deserves

A river In her cup

~ Self

The gravity fills the heart

Like sandbags

on battlefield

Wondering what it is

That's trying to hide

And what's dying

an untimely death, me.

~ Self

Monosyllabic

shards of judgment

and injustice

sipped and swallowed

to ebb a life.

~ @NoSylviaPlath

Gingerly,

I held my life

From the pit of my stomach

To hold and to nurture

The throbbing pulsating

Grieving mass of horrors

I bore for many lifetimes

Of faults unknown.

-          @NoSylviaPlath

A Field of Hopes and Fears

“I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils.” 
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Choose Yourself

Train your mind to look away from where your joy gets robbed. It may take days, months, and even years. If you make it a goal, along with being gentle and kind to yourself, one day it will happen. You will sweat, persevere, slip back, fall, hurt. Get up slowly, steadily and with your own pace and in your own time, you WILL find that joy from somewhere deep within you. It's all there within us..we just choose to look the other way because of preconditioning. Choose yourself, even if it means reminding yourself daily that you are important, vital and precious for your life and those around you. Whatever you do, keeping all around you in an equanimity of love and nurturing and care, choose yourself. Love yourself.

Ilion Gray/ Love Slips Through His Fist via hellopoetry.com

and this brilliant poem by Ilion Gray ..says it all.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/love-drips-through-his-fist/

Blackened Treo

21.5.09 blackened treo

dark skies

darker blackness

not any deeper, darker than my resting mobile

waiting...waiting for the glow of light

to bring it alive....

.......oh the message of love....

delivered

renders, relieves, releases

spasms and spasms of gusty joy...

i am thinking of you....it sings

i am missing you now, it growls....

come gently hither, i wait for you,

my love, my passion, i crave for you....

without you, i can hardly breathe,

with you i cannot 

you take my breath away

come, steal my soul again today

come, come, come....

mingle your lusty tongue with mine

you bittersweet spice

let me watch you endlessly,

let me savour you mercilessly.......

soothing, satiating, silken murmurs of your skin

glide hand in hand with my abrasions

in gay abandon...

all @ the purple rendezvous,

surrounded by the indigos, violets, and deeper hues...

of the all encompassing darkness....

darkness......

but still it rests, my bravest treo,

its i who is filled with anticipation, trepidation...

never finding emancipation from my expectation

thus forever in the vortex of my suffering emotions

imagining the radiance of light

will illuminate my mobile

and bring me the drenched text

imbued with hope

soaking my soul

with that feeling

again, again.....again.

Unexpected Joy ...I often feel... this surge

Don't Hesitate

Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems



“If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”