Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
Twelve Days of Christmas: One
Sunday; 68°.
Warm wind rattles
Kachina leaves:
Ghosts of spring.
~
Warm wind rattles
Kachina leaves:
Ghosts of spring.
~
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Sacred Contracts VI: Time
Time flies. Suns rise and shadows fall.
Let time go by. Love is forever over all."
The gnomon mountains fossilize markers
during absence. The valley plate and hour-
lined nodus of a solstice birth and death
are a mere equinox of time and space.
Patience teaches the declination of shadow
across the curve of light. Acceptance crowns
prodigal returns with peace from slow decay;
if not this lifetime, then one along the way.
"The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which
the first was made. […]...
Let time go by. Love is forever over all."
The gnomon mountains fossilize markers
during absence. The valley plate and hour-
lined nodus of a solstice birth and death
are a mere equinox of time and space.
Patience teaches the declination of shadow
across the curve of light. Acceptance crowns
prodigal returns with peace from slow decay;
if not this lifetime, then one along the way.
"The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which
the first was made. […]...
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Elliptical
Time throws you out of its dimensionless planar
like a boomerang. It unites with you again in death.”
~ Vishwanath S J
I am content with
what this moment holds
and what it doesn’t.
But, sometimes I feel
the flip of your wrist
retract landing gear.
Prefrontal cortex pilot
sailing airfoil wings
toward the tarmac
of our birth.
How fortunate are we;
boomerangs return.
~
like a boomerang. It unites with you again in death.”
~ Vishwanath S J
I am content with
what this moment holds
and what it doesn’t.
But, sometimes I feel
the flip of your wrist
retract landing gear.
Prefrontal cortex pilot
sailing airfoil wings
toward the tarmac
of our birth.
How fortunate are we;
boomerangs return.
~
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Main and South
[He] was beautiful in the quiet way
that lonely, unnoticed people are
beautiful to those who notice them."
~ C. JoyBell C.
There is a man, leaning
against a street corner
post bearing the weight
of loneliness
Rising salt water trickles
ore a felled dam of bristles
below his cheeks
He rocks in the bright sun
before an abandoned building
with “Shelter” chiseled
deeply in arched stone
There are symptoms of lack
that even Vitamin D
cannot...
that lonely, unnoticed people are
beautiful to those who notice them."
~ C. JoyBell C.
There is a man, leaning
against a street corner
post bearing the weight
of loneliness
Rising salt water trickles
ore a felled dam of bristles
below his cheeks
He rocks in the bright sun
before an abandoned building
with “Shelter” chiseled
deeply in arched stone
There are symptoms of lack
that even Vitamin D
cannot...
#kindness
#homelessness
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Small Worlds
Jaundiced leaves embellish
the crushed decay of their rotted
predecessors along the street.
The paper box is empty
except for the front copy:
Politicians Back-patting War
I escape into a pod of light
between half-naked trees;
my face non-injury flushed
from the rush of walk.
It’s unseasonably warm;
I shed my coat under a rickety construct
of caged limbs.
A dropped Popsicle bleeds
maroon from a wooden spear
lodged in its side.
A plane breaks the...
the crushed decay of their rotted
predecessors along the street.
The paper box is empty
except for the front copy:
Politicians Back-patting War
I escape into a pod of light
between half-naked trees;
my face non-injury flushed
from the rush of walk.
It’s unseasonably warm;
I shed my coat under a rickety construct
of caged limbs.
A dropped Popsicle bleeds
maroon from a wooden spear
lodged in its side.
A plane breaks the...
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the great red road
the heat’s gassy breath
belches into the bedroom
American warmth
bodies and buildings
distorting metal cases
Paris and Beirut
Christian sects cry out
expulsion of immigrants
hired help listening
seal up the borders
refuse homeless refugees
bible meaningless
family portraits
don rich fireplace mantels
foreign ancestors
fleeing oppression
Ellis Island aliens
hopeful descendants
decades grow older
history is forgotten
new generation
defending their land ...
belches into the bedroom
American warmth
bodies and buildings
distorting metal cases
Paris and Beirut
Christian sects cry out
expulsion of immigrants
hired help listening
seal up the borders
refuse homeless refugees
bible meaningless
family portraits
don rich fireplace mantels
foreign ancestors
fleeing oppression
Ellis Island aliens
hopeful descendants
decades grow older
history is forgotten
new generation
defending their land ...
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Aneladisdi
We’ve come to the end of the garden now,
to the five o’clock shadow of the surrounding
forest. We grew and prospered here, bowing
to the moonlight against the lodge’s muddy
chest, its rooted skin breathing metronome
seconds beneath a caked dome of ribs;
this come-what-may equanimity of spiritual
practice perfected our being into what is.
Pumpkin blossoms shrivel against a broken
trellis where we tarry this physical disunion.
Iron oxide hennas my fingers; I am encouraged
to hold the rusted body to my nostrils
and breathe in the...
to the five o’clock shadow of the surrounding
forest. We grew and prospered here, bowing
to the moonlight against the lodge’s muddy
chest, its rooted skin breathing metronome
seconds beneath a caked dome of ribs;
this come-what-may equanimity of spiritual
practice perfected our being into what is.
Pumpkin blossoms shrivel against a broken
trellis where we tarry this physical disunion.
Iron oxide hennas my fingers; I am encouraged
to hold the rusted body to my nostrils
and breathe in the...
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Sacred Contracts V: Retention
I've always kept a flower on my desk, a
daisy or perhaps aster from the roadside.
It kept me close to nature during work.
One morning I chose a perfect rose bud.
She sat for a week but never bloomed.
After two I knew she never would.
I didn't throw her out. Maybe I felt guilty
for plucking her before she opened up.
After three her head became a crook.
She seemed in perpetual prayer, an
eternal vigil over a lover’s cemetery plot
some forlorn secret...
daisy or perhaps aster from the roadside.
It kept me close to nature during work.
One morning I chose a perfect rose bud.
She sat for a week but never bloomed.
After two I knew she never would.
I didn't throw her out. Maybe I felt guilty
for plucking her before she opened up.
After three her head became a crook.
She seemed in perpetual prayer, an
eternal vigil over a lover’s cemetery plot
some forlorn secret...
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respite (lone renku)
The real temple of dreams is within us,
not out there. ~ Robert Moss
two wishes tumbled
together into my hand
respite from the wind
against each other
two wishes rest together
their fate in my palm
curling blanket fingers
over seedling's deepest hopes
gimme shelter, Love
.
separated now
from my palm into the wind
wishes departing
~
not out there. ~ Robert Moss
two wishes tumbled
together into my hand
respite from the wind
against each other
two wishes rest together
their fate in my palm
curling blanket fingers
over seedling's deepest hopes
gimme shelter, Love
.
separated now
from my palm into the wind
wishes departing
~
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The Art of Gardening
One cannot become angry, if
In the art of planting,
Another stops to cultivate
The blossom they neglected.
~
Painting by Michael Leunig
In the art of planting,
Another stops to cultivate
The blossom they neglected.
~
Painting by Michael Leunig
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Aylan
sunrise collectors
seek sea shells by the sea shore
washed up three-year-old
~
seek sea shells by the sea shore
washed up three-year-old
~
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