escape

under that tree I kept it hidden
the sheen of your sweat
which had flowed for me in desire.
who dug it out,
along with my sensuality
which I had  packed inside a bubble?
the air evokes you for me,
moving in a lumber way-
now it blows too fast
leaving a wreck behind.

"I will again create a bridge and reach out for you"


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Writing another keepsake poem was tough. I don't think I succeeded. Thanks We Write Poem for using my prompt for this week

encircle

a story
I scatter in the wind
I know it will scald
shards will pierce into the ashen urges
but I curb my instinct to run
ignore the whispering sisters
who have the knack to create trouble
when the mind is fertile
I know how to charm out a story
from the debris.
anything is possible
I uncurl and walk free

"a non-smile is harbinger of smile,
don't we know that?"

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Today I struggled to write this. My muse seems to have gone into hiding. I have not been able to write. Come to think of it, I don't want to do ANYTHING! Hope I get over this phase soon enough.

chequered windows

thousands of aeon have passed

I grope the air

thatched huts are just beyond that gate

forgotten splotchy hearth reminds me of

my fluttering heart in a rain laden day

a flash of iridescent stones blinds me

I run out of the gate

breathing into cold air

he watches me from above

I detest that condescending look on his face

"rebuild my a pedestal, I will look down upon you"

frustrating frustum

I see the atmosphere spiral down

the cut shell makes a naughty sound

wonderful tactic to distract me

that rotation is not the zenith

even though I know its importance

what lay on that deserted ground?

why did you look so forlorn

lying with your feet crossed at the ankles;

nonchalance that reached out to my soul

I wanted to hold on to the slices;

to focus onto the unrelenting elements

"the point is broken, I hold the frustum

staring into an unforeseen future"

misty fog

River, Marina Moevs, 2005

I walk in the misty fog

the dust under my feet speaks to me

a tale of mirrored magic

hidden in the mystical fog

pebbles pave the way

branches kiss the sky

bending to the will of the earth

I pick the dust caress it carefully

smiling at its tale

I box it under a tree

the leaves hide me from the magic

in the opaque angles of light

I raise my head

feel an auspicious sign

look up to the sky

see it lined with gold

"I search for solid mass, but find vacuumed dreams"

drifting words

I put the final stitches to that patch

yarn was coming apart

my plum sweater was a gift from the past

the letters had stopped coming

I had not expected the drift

I shovelled that sense of loss

and let the wind stop my thoughts

shouldn't I have spun a tale for friends

change the old to new?

"an image that forms behind the eyes
how do I explain dancing words?"

locked in the closet

I pondered over the decree
for the angel to bring gold tidings
shepherds watched over that silence
I endured it in joyless peace
my heart was like a manger
I was afraid to let it go
but in my haste
I locked it in the closet
what of it, one might ask?
festive days,
do those help in renewal?
I say, no way.
those come and go

"I am left with vacuum of thoughts"

citizen of dreamland

I circled the purple
a game I played
as luck would have it
I had no trouble winning
my dream allow me to be flexible
I become a citizen of one the states of dreamland
far beyond earth, earth year
I don't lag behind
as I now fly wingless
no friction to curtail me

"happenstance?"

hidden by shadows

I stand here
half in shadows
my glasses hiding my eyes
the tears stream down
your shadow on my jacket
provides a kind of security blanket
I look so aloof
the boards behind enhance that
do you think
standing at the crossroads
is an easy task?
fetch that inkpot
let me pen my last note
let me raise it for your health

"my watch stopped long time ago"

elemental pulsations

pulsations of the elements
grip the spasm
the boat is an enigma
I feel weightless in sand
tumbling in a rare medium
the spacious vastness 
pulls me in rapid succession
I am released into a misty glass
shedding my clothes, I bared my soul too
I watch the boat take away my hubris

"wipe the mist and look at the sky,
light is never far away"