Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2020 6:35pm
8th Jul 2020 6:35pm
Love is Metaphysical
wafting as incense
throughout rooms—
you cannot see its smoke
amid the presence of Light—
but revel instead
among those who burn
~
throughout rooms—
you cannot see its smoke
amid the presence of Light—
but revel instead
among those who burn
~
#love
#spiritual
#nostalgia
#philosophical
#wisdom
162 reads
10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
6th Jul 2020 3:58pm
Comfortably Numb
I was a fresh tube of paint, Indian Yellow,
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
in wait to experience the slick skin
of a gesso'd canvas—or paper'd
Poetry put to pictures, a visual gift
After hand-to-hand combat
With the muse. I had never known
A scent of turpentine permeating
The space of an atelier,
Unlike my friend, whose name
Was that of a man's, Michael,
Yet, she was feminine as they come.
Michael, who had fallen obsessively
Within the composition of one
Who would unwittingly become
My greatest mentor. Me, starry-eyed ...
#secrets
#philosophical
#TedHughes
116 reads
24 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
1st Jul 2020 9:11pm
Seedlings
( after Edna St Vincent Millay )
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
First Seedling
Love is to the Spirit
as a seedling to earth—
both take root and flourish;
or, wither on rocky soil
Second Seedling
You can hide your candle under a bushel;
but, risk burning your entire abode. . .
~
#spiritual
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
#EdnaStVincentMillay
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29 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2020 2:47pm
28th Jun 2020 2:47pm
Enter the Jade Temple
Peace is a temple
to which one is (re)called—
Buddha’s atelier;
an open sanctuary
of gentle acceptance
Shikishi boards
in the after light
of an open window—
Sumi-tipped bamboo
kanji calligraphy
Kuan Yin, welcoming—
her heart
a tea-stained chrysalis
of fine porcelain
We've returned in awe
to something forgotten—
a silken creation of her loom
weaving ancient knowledge
We languidly bathe
in such solace and truth
...
to which one is (re)called—
Buddha’s atelier;
an open sanctuary
of gentle acceptance
Shikishi boards
in the after light
of an open window—
Sumi-tipped bamboo
kanji calligraphy
Kuan Yin, welcoming—
her heart
a tea-stained chrysalis
of fine porcelain
We've returned in awe
to something forgotten—
a silken creation of her loom
weaving ancient knowledge
We languidly bathe
in such solace and truth
...
#love
#peace
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
127 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2020 10:42pm
23rd Jun 2020 10:42pm
the stars in your eyes
i.
i have never been one to chase
a thing—human or creature
in mid-flight;
that will never change
i respect another's space
too much to encroach
after they've pulled away
perhaps it's because
i've been caged—
stalked, shadowed
harassed, chained
dishonored
when every window
or cracked floorboard
became a dream
ii
i thought you were stronger
infused with garden roots
of your own sowing— ...
i have never been one to chase
a thing—human or creature
in mid-flight;
that will never change
i respect another's space
too much to encroach
after they've pulled away
perhaps it's because
i've been caged—
stalked, shadowed
harassed, chained
dishonored
when every window
or cracked floorboard
became a dream
ii
i thought you were stronger
infused with garden roots
of your own sowing— ...
#friendship
#honesty
#humankind #hypocrisy
#humankind #hypocrisy
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24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2020 3:37am
20th Jun 2020 3:37am
Front Yard
Tonight I lie under fireflies—
the pre-summer warmth
igniting their brief adult life
Crickets bow-drilling legs
flame auditory mating signals
Deafening cicada chorus
emerging from catacombs
of an earthen temple
Bat frequency
bouncing off prey—
distant thunder clearing its throat
amid a flash of heat
This is how I want to go out:
one swoop—an inferno
of burn; a falling star ...
the pre-summer warmth
igniting their brief adult life
Crickets bow-drilling legs
flame auditory mating signals
Deafening cicada chorus
emerging from catacombs
of an earthen temple
Bat frequency
bouncing off prey—
distant thunder clearing its throat
amid a flash of heat
This is how I want to go out:
one swoop—an inferno
of burn; a falling star ...
#death
#animals
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
155 reads
23 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2020 6:36pm
19th Jun 2020 6:36pm
Breaking with White Solidarity
I am White, and racist
by systemic socialization
as well as personal ignorance—
it's not something I chose
but a cultural privilege
I was born into—and learned;
thus, cannot fully understand
the impact on Black Americans
this liberates me
from defending, deflecting, and denying
the racism that exists—
especially in me!
or, that I contribute by birth
to its...
by systemic socialization
as well as personal ignorance—
it's not something I chose
but a cultural privilege
I was born into—and learned;
thus, cannot fully understand
the impact on Black Americans
this liberates me
from defending, deflecting, and denying
the racism that exists—
especially in me!
or, that I contribute by birth
to its...
#LifeChangingMoment
#racism
#CallToAction #inequality
#CallToAction #inequality
135 reads
17 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 10:28pm
16th Jun 2020 10:28pm
Creed
Power does not belong to a minority—
even counted together
they could not exceed the majority;
thus, stepping toward Oneness
is impossible without equality. . .
which cannot be measured
amid the absence
of each tribal voice
concerning the direction
of their country—
but, even if present
they would be mute
unless that majority
chose to listen—
better yet. . .
relinquish adequate seating
fulfilling the creed: ...
even counted together
they could not exceed the majority;
thus, stepping toward Oneness
is impossible without equality. . .
which cannot be measured
amid the absence
of each tribal voice
concerning the direction
of their country—
but, even if present
they would be mute
unless that majority
chose to listen—
better yet. . .
relinquish adequate seating
fulfilling the creed: ...
#corruption
#power
#politics
#America
#inequality
163 reads
34 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2020 5:52pm
12th Jun 2020 5:52pm
Choose Wisely
Viz 2
#metaphor
#morality
#responsibility #choices
#responsibility #choices
205 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 00:58am
11th Jun 2020 00:58am
What matters
in this moment
is not a fire someone set
engulfing an innocent
youth down its throat
none of us are saints;
we've all made mistakes—
hoping a second. . .
third, or fourth chance
makes an appearance
before we become artifacts.
What matters now—
in this moment
is that George Floyd
and all before him
were robbed of that hope
through no fault of their own—
enough is enough; ...
is not a fire someone set
engulfing an innocent
youth down its throat
none of us are saints;
we've all made mistakes—
hoping a second. . .
third, or fourth chance
makes an appearance
before we become artifacts.
What matters now—
in this moment
is that George Floyd
and all before him
were robbed of that hope
through no fault of their own—
enough is enough; ...
#racism
#CallToAction
#inequality
161 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2020 4:54am
10th Jun 2020 4:54am
Brutality
viz. . .
#inequality
#morality
169 reads
22 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 2:31pm
5th Jun 2020 2:31pm
White Privilege
is being able to wake up in America
and not fear losing one's life
because of their skin color—
that is my privilege
I thought I understood
because I was bullied by whites
for being an ignorant little bitch
who played with black kids
during recess in Mississippi
I thought I recognized
an acidic smell of racism
on the breath of British children
screaming, Yankee go home!
in England
I thought I swallowed
the copper taste...
and not fear losing one's life
because of their skin color—
that is my privilege
I thought I understood
because I was bullied by whites
for being an ignorant little bitch
who played with black kids
during recess in Mississippi
I thought I recognized
an acidic smell of racism
on the breath of British children
screaming, Yankee go home!
in England
I thought I swallowed
the copper taste...
#corruption
#racism
#inequality
221 reads
47 Comments
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