Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
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
#EmilyDickinson
1041 reads
18 Comments
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
#EmilyDickinson
938 reads
17 Comments
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
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
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
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
888 reads
18 Comments
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
~
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
~
#death
#birds
#winter
#LifeCycle
#EmilyDickinson
819 reads
10 Comments
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
791 reads
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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
734 reads
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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
1010 reads
20 Comments
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...
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...
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts
#historical
#RobertFrost
915 reads
25 Comments
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
#RobertFrost
916 reads
24 Comments
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 #ElizabethBishop
#WritingPoetry #ElizabethBishop
1053 reads
15 Comments
A Cold Spring (After Elizabeth Bishop )
Alabaster bones reflect
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
warmth of an obscure orb;
their pallid membrane dormant
- lacklustre of any verdure
Winter pursues first green
as gold, but she escapes -
her youthful diligence scattering
a surplus of burgeoning buds
in her wake;
tiny nubs, hardened as pearl-
moist, glistening in halflight
of compressed dew
I read once about Spring in Ohio;
the belly of a tulip engorged with snow
a slow death of sharp...
#animals
#spring
#nature
#WritingPoetry
#ElizabethBishop
1224 reads
13 Comments
Filling Station ( After Elizabeth Bishop )
Oil-ladened landscape
atop a filthy plot of concrete -
its native inhabitants
connoisseurs of grease;
their laborious toil rotates
lubricating worldly wheels
of cadillac sevilles and corvettes
You sought, found life beyond globular
molds of oil saturating cracks
across a dirty reality check;
Texas crude bubbling up, black gold --
except for the blue collar coveralls
stained with its blood
...
atop a filthy plot of concrete -
its native inhabitants
connoisseurs of grease;
their laborious toil rotates
lubricating worldly wheels
of cadillac sevilles and corvettes
You sought, found life beyond globular
molds of oil saturating cracks
across a dirty reality check;
Texas crude bubbling up, black gold --
except for the blue collar coveralls
stained with its blood
...
#identity
#beauty
#inspirational
#cars
#ElizabethBishop
973 reads
10 Comments
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