Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 10:46am
Today 10:46am
Early Memory ( after Sharon Olds )
Imprint—a bridge, and someone—
an Aunt, squeezing my hand;
wobbly-walk, trees after rain
infused light of branch and leaves—
sound but not sight, water
moving underward, echo—
muffled voices—human and animal
heat solidified on skin, humidity
beading necklaces, lace and dirt—
after-rain muddiness drying in sun;
imprint, footfall of a paw, fossilized
now long gone, having moved on
leaving its mark on the world —
history in hours,...
an Aunt, squeezing my hand;
wobbly-walk, trees after rain
infused light of branch and leaves—
sound but not sight, water
moving underward, echo—
muffled voices—human and animal
heat solidified on skin, humidity
beading necklaces, lace and dirt—
after-rain muddiness drying in sun;
imprint, footfall of a paw, fossilized
now long gone, having moved on
leaving its mark on the world —
history in hours,...
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
#historical
#philosophical
18 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2019 1:46pm
22nd Jun 2019 1:46pm
Late Night Automat
Too many years to count
Had passed
But there she was
In a late night automat
(isn’t that how it always starts)
Looking like a painting
Cracked by too much light
As she sipped her coffee
We talked all night
In the ways of strangers
Reacquainting, each hoping
The other understood
What they missed before.
She was a late-night loner
Too caffeinated to see
Beyond her lipstick-stained mug
And me, I needed to feel warm
“So, what do you do now”
She asked nonchalantly ...
Had passed
But there she was
In a late night automat
(isn’t that how it always starts)
Looking like a painting
Cracked by too much light
As she sipped her coffee
We talked all night
In the ways of strangers
Reacquainting, each hoping
The other understood
What they missed before.
She was a late-night loner
Too caffeinated to see
Beyond her lipstick-stained mug
And me, I needed to feel warm
“So, what do you do now”
She asked nonchalantly ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
55 reads
15 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2019 9:59pm
21st Jun 2019 9:59pm
Solstice
Image
#sun
#nature
#spiritual #historical
#spiritual #historical
67 reads
24 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2019 1:37am
18th Jun 2019 1:37am
Fernweh
We have not forgotten"
Our promised return—
eternal recurrence: fernweh
this longed-for place;
gravitational deliverance
within each Soul's desire
Spiritual evolution spiraling
through lifetimes, emerging
true colors arising
from an infinite storm of beauty—
Empathy, Compassion, Joy
worldly respect, elemental care:
Earth, Water, Fire, Air—
transcendent interconnectedness
attaining balance:
sacrosanct reverence
helixed homing device ...
Our promised return—
eternal recurrence: fernweh
this longed-for place;
gravitational deliverance
within each Soul's desire
Spiritual evolution spiraling
through lifetimes, emerging
true colors arising
from an infinite storm of beauty—
Empathy, Compassion, Joy
worldly respect, elemental care:
Earth, Water, Fire, Air—
transcendent interconnectedness
attaining balance:
sacrosanct reverence
helixed homing device ...
#universe
#rainbow
#spiritual
#culture
#wisdom
108 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2019 00:12am
17th Jun 2019 00:12am
Jardim ( A Villanelle )
By my garden gate’s first-light yawn
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan
misty flowers can scarce be seen
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
Rows of pots and trellised arbor
flora buds in need of weeding
awaiting patiently each dawn
Calla lilies, peony rose,
buttercups and hearts a bleeding
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
What have I reaped but what was sown;
beauty emerged from seedlings ...
reveals entry to the Jardim*
awaiting patiently each dawn
Blue daisy and black-eyed Susan
misty flowers can scarce be seen
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
Rows of pots and trellised arbor
flora buds in need of weeding
awaiting patiently each dawn
Calla lilies, peony rose,
buttercups and hearts a bleeding
by my garden gate’s first-light yawn
What have I reaped but what was sown;
beauty emerged from seedlings ...
#flowers
#birds
#nature
#admiration
#respect
79 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 11:28pm
14th Jun 2019 11:28pm
Quoth tha DaDa, evermore
metaphorical metafours
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if...
for ( some reason)
confuscian twilight
time
again ?
A Universal(ly)
twinkle wink o me eye
while darkness (dis)appears
wit all this
finality ,
then mornin’ rise’n
as if...
#dark
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#admiration
#respect
129 reads
25 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2019 11:33pm
13th Jun 2019 11:33pm
Systematic Seismology
the man on the mountain
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom...
survives tremors of change
that others cannot feel
he watches smoke rise
from its gutted belly
to extract fossil fuel
and blood diamonds
but remains steadfast
in prayer and meditation
he does not desire vengeance
on hatred and selfish greed...
instead he prays for wisdom
to permeate each spirit
shift their paradigm
from taking to receive
because that's what wisdom...
#Buddhist
#spiritual
#meditation #wisdom
#meditation #wisdom
107 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2019 1:40am
12th Jun 2019 1:40am
1: 01: Overture - Composition on Maintaining True Love
It was through death I learned of True Love,
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---
a living existence of programmed grief ...
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -
to anything that made sense, only blankness. ...
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---
a living existence of programmed grief ...
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -
to anything that made sense, only blankness. ...
#love
#death
#rebirth
#spiritual
#philosophical
124 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2019 8:49pm
9th Jun 2019 8:49pm
Sun-shadowed
Silhouetted by light-traced form
around the window, behind the door-
she stands, her hand upon its knob
ready to turn, and yet she cannot.
It will not open, that solid trunk
safety net of former forest-
not by grasp nor pull, revealing
a living world beyond her being.
Anxiety, birthed from shade-
offers security of darkened wing.
Riddles life a haunting maze,
hand-feeds fear with doubt and lies.
Today, she will not...
around the window, behind the door-
she stands, her hand upon its knob
ready to turn, and yet she cannot.
It will not open, that solid trunk
safety net of former forest-
not by grasp nor pull, revealing
a living world beyond her being.
Anxiety, birthed from shade-
offers security of darkened wing.
Riddles life a haunting maze,
hand-feeds fear with doubt and lies.
Today, she will not...
#anxiety
#friendship
#LifeStruggles #support
#LifeStruggles #support
161 reads
24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2019 6:25pm
8th Jun 2019 6:25pm
Rockhallowed
I live across the pond, yet see her
sunrise silhouette in that shed, potting and planning,
her mind constantly rooting words, flourishing
from the rafter of her tongue.
I see me, too, patiently waiting to grasp every seedling offered.
This is Hallowed thought, a sacrosanct connection
of Rock, bone, and blood of sorts – separated
through generations of mothers who were less than gentle
and daughters who learned to hide cruel skeletons
in closets long...
sunrise silhouette in that shed, potting and planning,
her mind constantly rooting words, flourishing
from the rafter of her tongue.
I see me, too, patiently waiting to grasp every seedling offered.
This is Hallowed thought, a sacrosanct connection
of Rock, bone, and blood of sorts – separated
through generations of mothers who were less than gentle
and daughters who learned to hide cruel skeletons
in closets long...
#friendship
#animals
#nature
#support
#admiration
138 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2019 11:48pm
7th Jun 2019 11:48pm
Standing strong
on hallowed ground, shattered
affording themselves hope to survive -
future beyond sickness
and death, surely
was possible after this
mass extinction, lives
rotting, decaying bodies
from state to state
Mother Abigail-
stopping along the way
dreaming up cornfields
homemade biscuits
fried chicken wings
‘Come to me’ she said
‘ya’ll come on now, ya he'yah?’
bloody guitar
casting demons in the pit ...
affording themselves hope to survive -
future beyond sickness
and death, surely
was possible after this
mass extinction, lives
rotting, decaying bodies
from state to state
Mother Abigail-
stopping along the way
dreaming up cornfields
homemade biscuits
fried chicken wings
‘Come to me’ she said
‘ya’ll come on now, ya he'yah?’
bloody guitar
casting demons in the pit ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
134 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2019 4:34pm
7th Jun 2019 4:34pm
Undoubtedly
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen,
Reigning in such striped mystery;
Her formatting so accomplished,
Leaving the rest of us awestruck.
Whenever we read DUP
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
Gracing us with her tigress poems,
Demonstrating classical forms.
We do attempt to emulate
Her writing expertise, but
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
And our skills fall too short indeed!
Yet, with...
Reigning in such striped mystery;
Her formatting so accomplished,
Leaving the rest of us awestruck.
Whenever we read DUP
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
Gracing us with her tigress poems,
Demonstrating classical forms.
We do attempt to emulate
Her writing expertise, but
Undoubtedly, she’s Quatern Queen;
And our skills fall too short indeed!
Yet, with...
#WritingPoetry
147 reads
15 Comments
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