Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2018 3:57pm
10th Dec 2018 3:57pm
Birthday of but a single pang ( for Emily Dickinson on her birthday )
Birthday of but a single pang
scripted in poetry --
An observational epitaph
your destined legacy –
This illumed anniversary:
one hundred eighty-eight –
Sealed your quill in drying ink
letters in passionate blaze –
I wonder, perchance
did you [hear] a fly buzz –
or witness the window...
scripted in poetry --
An observational epitaph
your destined legacy –
This illumed anniversary:
one hundred eighty-eight –
Sealed your quill in drying ink
letters in passionate blaze –
I wonder, perchance
did you [hear] a fly buzz –
or witness the window...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Dec 2018 4:38am
8th Dec 2018 4:38am
A Dying Dog - moaned for Death ( for Cooper/after Emily Dickinson )
A Dying Dog — moaned for Death
Despite how hard I begged —
I pleaded with the Universe
Until my knuckles bled —
His Loyalty — waned not once —
Though body — clearly did
His Spirit — steadfast in its goal
Returned — from whence it came—
'Twas not my lack of Belief that failed —
'Twas not His Will to Live —
But Both — in selfless Love released
The Other — from their Grief —
In Memory of my Beloved Cooper
'06 - 12.06.18
#...
Despite how hard I begged —
I pleaded with the Universe
Until my knuckles bled —
His Loyalty — waned not once —
Though body — clearly did
His Spirit — steadfast in its goal
Returned — from whence it came—
'Twas not my lack of Belief that failed —
'Twas not His Will to Live —
But Both — in selfless Love released
The Other — from their Grief —
In Memory of my Beloved Cooper
'06 - 12.06.18
#...
#love
#grief
#death #dogs
#death #dogs
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10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2018 11:59pm
4th Dec 2018 11:59pm
If I Could Leave One Legacy ( after Emily Dickinson )
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations ...
for future generations -
I would alter each destiny
with available education;
That decisions stem from facts
viably based in reason
verses illiterate frustration
in politics and religion
If I could leave one legacy
for future generations
I would introduce the poetry
of every Holy compilation
That thorough wisdom be gained
from an ancient form of art
verses inaccurate translations ...
#children
#school
#evolution #philosophical
#evolution #philosophical
120 reads
18 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2018 2:00am
1st Dec 2018 2:00am
There’s a Certain Slant of Light ( after Emily Dickinson )
There’s a certain Slant of light
as Eventide crests –
Kyanite empyrean
O’re its flaming breasts
Deep repose, it doth evoke –
Diminished to hour
Recalling – Memory extols
‘Neath shady bower
Life’s bounty, freely gathered
– What may be found –
Laid before a lambent throne
Our daily accounts!
But, Woe! – What penalty doth wait
‘pon crepuscular siege
Of Outer Darkness eternal –
Should no fruit be...
as Eventide crests –
Kyanite empyrean
O’re its flaming breasts
Deep repose, it doth evoke –
Diminished to hour
Recalling – Memory extols
‘Neath shady bower
Life’s bounty, freely gathered
– What may be found –
Laid before a lambent throne
Our daily accounts!
But, Woe! – What penalty doth wait
‘pon crepuscular siege
Of Outer Darkness eternal –
Should no fruit be...
#anxiety
#religion
#spiritual #metaphor
#spiritual #metaphor
151 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars ( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
~
#RobertFrost
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
~
#RobertFrost
#universe
#stars
#astronomy #sacrifice
#astronomy #sacrifice
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2018 4:30pm
28th Nov 2018 4:30pm
A Murder in Snow ( After Emily Dickinson )
A Murder in Snow -
perched upon white
thousands of crow -
gather to formulate
A Murder in the night -
this patterned death
from windows we admire -
their silent form of life
#EmilyDickinson
perched upon white
thousands of crow -
gather to formulate
A Murder in the night -
this patterned death
from windows we admire -
their silent form of life
#EmilyDickinson
#death
#birds
#winter #LifeCycle
#winter #LifeCycle
154 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2018 11:52pm
24th Nov 2018 11:52pm
It’s a Marvel(ous) Life
I was never really into dolls
loved comics, cartoons instead
tree houses, tonka trucks
playing heroes in the glade
I cannot say I ever pretended
I was the wealthy Janet Van Dyne
floating o'er flowers a butterfly
or stinging enemies as a wasp
I was never The Cat, ebony-black
with a quiet, graceful prowess
such a sleek, stealthy movement
undetected in the dark
Nor was I a flaring Medusa
despite my waist-length...
loved comics, cartoons instead
tree houses, tonka trucks
playing heroes in the glade
I cannot say I ever pretended
I was the wealthy Janet Van Dyne
floating o'er flowers a butterfly
or stinging enemies as a wasp
I was never The Cat, ebony-black
with a quiet, graceful prowess
such a sleek, stealthy movement
undetected in the dark
Nor was I a flaring Medusa
despite my waist-length...
#hope
#faith
#spiritual #humankind
#spiritual #humankind
187 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2018 2:22pm
22nd Nov 2018 2:22pm
Afterlife
There's something so unobtrusive
about genuine thanks giving;
it's not puffed up
with pomp and circumstance
epic architecture
or intricate obeisance
It simply says - "Yes"
as people who meet for the first time -
understanding the other intimately;
a charted history
of unequivocal trust -
without compass or map:
A lion's roar in an empty skull. . .
a dragon's howl in a tree long dead;
~
about genuine thanks giving;
it's not puffed up
with pomp and circumstance
epic architecture
or intricate obeisance
It simply says - "Yes"
as people who meet for the first time -
understanding the other intimately;
a charted history
of unequivocal trust -
without compass or map:
A lion's roar in an empty skull. . .
a dragon's howl in a tree long dead;
~
#universe
#nature
#spiritual
#astronomy
#philosophical
197 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
21st Nov 2018 3:35am
Astrophilia
Magnetized since birth
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
I've recognized the mirrored
reflection within myself
My solar plexus -
that many pointed star
of nerves whispers:
As long as you live
you will never forget
your celestial truth
Nor, as Stardust
will you ever doubt
your eventual return
~
#universe
#stars
#spiritual
#heaven
#astronomy
221 reads
18 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
Ghost House ( after Robert Frost )
Whoever once stepped afoot
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken glass ...
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken glass ...
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts #historical
#ghosts #historical
223 reads
23 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2018 10:02pm
12th Nov 2018 10:02pm
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ( After Robert Frost )
The path I walk is winter white
reflective on this moonlit night
o're field and glade I slowly crept
to not disturb or cause a fright
the animals who might've slept
had not I tread within my step
peaceful slumber deep in dreams
by snapping wood of broken twig
Startling their eve routines
in depth of burrow and trunk of trees
or high in branch under sky
curled all warm with families
Woodland creatures far and wide
watched...
reflective on this moonlit night
o're field and glade I slowly crept
to not disturb or cause a fright
the animals who might've slept
had not I tread within my step
peaceful slumber deep in dreams
by snapping wood of broken twig
Startling their eve routines
in depth of burrow and trunk of trees
or high in branch under sky
curled all warm with families
Woodland creatures far and wide
watched...
#forest
#animals
#nature #snow
#nature #snow
259 reads
24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2018 8:16pm
10th Nov 2018 8:16pm
A Miracle for Breakfast ( Sestina, After Elizabeth Bishop )
The pot-belly stove was sultry with warmth
its iron-embered eyes dissipating
as we dressed in our old country kitchen
bleakly confined on that cold winter morn;
our stomachs rumbled as gangs from dire lack
our fieriness made frigid by icy drafts
Sly wooden cracks coerced the drafts
seducing the last of our warmth;
bare cupboards creaked with bitter lack
their miserly contents dissipating;
hope worked despite that wintry morn
miracles in our old country kitchen
We scoured that desolate country kitchen
for...
its iron-embered eyes dissipating
as we dressed in our old country kitchen
bleakly confined on that cold winter morn;
our stomachs rumbled as gangs from dire lack
our fieriness made frigid by icy drafts
Sly wooden cracks coerced the drafts
seducing the last of our warmth;
bare cupboards creaked with bitter lack
their miserly contents dissipating;
hope worked despite that wintry morn
miracles in our old country kitchen
We scoured that desolate country kitchen
for...
#winter
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
273 reads
15 Comments
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