Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2019 5:33pm
17th Oct 2019 5:33pm
floriculture
Kurdish soil
sprouts wildflowers—
blood fertilizer
sprouts wildflowers—
blood fertilizer
#betrayal
#war
#flowers
#nature
#memorial
90 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2019 9:58pm
11th Oct 2019 9:58pm
Footsteps
( For David in memory of Lisa )
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
—Emily Dickinson
You are not alone
gestating in that cocoon—
fat from summer leaves of grief
I have not forgotten
her footsteps either—
mortar to a family of bricks
solidly weathered into their own
structure of wedded life
Our 41 year-old friendship
in an ultra-conservative city
excommunicating free thinkers...
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
—Emily Dickinson
You are not alone
gestating in that cocoon—
fat from summer leaves of grief
I have not forgotten
her footsteps either—
mortar to a family of bricks
solidly weathered into their own
structure of wedded life
Our 41 year-old friendship
in an ultra-conservative city
excommunicating free thinkers...
#love
#grief
#marriage
#friendship
#death
169 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Oct 2019 10:21pm
6th Oct 2019 10:21pm
Remembering
The moment I felt Death courting you
my rib cage collapsed—
curled as a conch until fossilized
around my heart
I crumbled into childhood—
became the strange little girl
always alone
talking to herself
on the playground
thinking she was whispered
a safe haven of hush-holy clouds—
relieved to slip away unnoticed
into a detached solitude
seeking only shades of rock
beneath a surface no touch—
nor even Life could reach
We burgeon most
from the...
my rib cage collapsed—
curled as a conch until fossilized
around my heart
I crumbled into childhood—
became the strange little girl
always alone
talking to herself
on the playground
thinking she was whispered
a safe haven of hush-holy clouds—
relieved to slip away unnoticed
into a detached solitude
seeking only shades of rock
beneath a surface no touch—
nor even Life could reach
We burgeon most
from the...
#love
#grief
#hope #death
#hope #death
196 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:51pm
Little Exercise
( After Elizabeth Bishop )
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
—for Clewless and those suffering anxiety
Poison oak grows beautiful on the vine
its lush leaves inviting to the touch,
think of this as life, at times: biting.
Behind that velvet green lies a subtle itch—
its urushiol blood birthing blisters that will not last,
yet, stake their claim in pain nonetheless.
For everything there is something—
nature ensures that, Calamine eases
the stinging of rash, Moringa a restless...
#anxiety
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#ElizabethBishop
206 reads
33 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Sep 2019 10:26pm
28th Sep 2019 10:26pm
The Hallowed Wo/Men
#conflict
#TSEliot
265 reads
46 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Sep 2019 10:57pm
25th Sep 2019 10:57pm
Cloud Atlas
( for Liam )
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father-
a devotional man kneeling at the altar
of friendship, supporting right and wrong
in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being;
therefore, subject to earthly demons ...
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father-
a devotional man kneeling at the altar
of friendship, supporting right and wrong
in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being;
therefore, subject to earthly demons ...
#death
#memorial
232 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2019 3:18pm
23rd Sep 2019 3:18pm
Here's some flowers
I am sorry I set the fire-
burnt the house down
after beating you with fists
of untruth and innuendo ( again )
I am sorry ( again )
for accusing your innocent act
of being a derogatory intent -
I tend to make everything about myself
when paranoia gets the best -
especially when you make me angry ( again ).
But, here! Here are some flowers
to make it all better ( again )!
I offer them publicly - with an apology
in...
burnt the house down
after beating you with fists
of untruth and innuendo ( again )
I am sorry ( again )
for accusing your innocent act
of being a derogatory intent -
I tend to make everything about myself
when paranoia gets the best -
especially when you make me angry ( again ).
But, here! Here are some flowers
to make it all better ( again )!
I offer them publicly - with an apology
in...
#lies
#abuse
#bullying
277 reads
52 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2019 11:04pm
22nd Sep 2019 11:04pm
Saturn Direct
Visual sister
#universe
#astronomy
270 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Sep 2019 4:24pm
18th Sep 2019 4:24pm
nacre
September Visual
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #reading
#WritingPoetry #reading
266 reads
14 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 10:35pm
14th Sep 2019 10:35pm
absence of logic and presence of pain
( after Rupi Kaur )
#spiritual
#meditation
#philosophical
#wisdom
#RupiKaur
397 reads
26 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Sep 2019 10:32pm
11th Sep 2019 10:32pm
What I have learned
#friendship
#SelfDiscovery
#responsibility #wisdom
#responsibility #wisdom
337 reads
38 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Sep 2019 12:20pm
5th Sep 2019 12:20pm
Love is
broken in Spirit
but not faith: their
trunks carved by Life
yet, places no blame
upon the hand
wielding the knife;
dry-furrowed Souls
who continue to believe:
despite unrequited efforts
they'll never understand—
though carry on
until their backs bleed;
a combatant fighter
using defensive maneuvers
to shield unhealed scars
from future wounds—
offering nonetheless
themselves unto service
whenever called upon;
doesn't try to bury
the hurt from...
but not faith: their
trunks carved by Life
yet, places no blame
upon the hand
wielding the knife;
dry-furrowed Souls
who continue to believe:
despite unrequited efforts
they'll never understand—
though carry on
until their backs bleed;
a combatant fighter
using defensive maneuvers
to shield unhealed scars
from future wounds—
offering nonetheless
themselves unto service
whenever called upon;
doesn't try to bury
the hurt from...
#love
#spiritual
#philosophical
374 reads
32 Comments
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