Submissions by Ahavati
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Proprio Vos Sanguine Pasco
The Bird
Glass playground;
World within a world:
Confused bird.
Bubbled dome;
Plastic indoor world:
Confused child.
~
World within a world:
Confused bird.
Bubbled dome;
Plastic indoor world:
Confused child.
~
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The Following
1. Truth
Today I did not drive to the end of the road and turn right.
Instead, I turned left and into the densely wooded area
whose bridge crosses over the river where fishermen
become bears dipping their clawed hooks in the falls.
What does it mean when you outgrow all you've been taught;
seeing a slither of light rise like the thumbnail of God? Truth
offers itself to you as a gentleman opening the door to under-
standing; it also slams it in your face when least expected....
Today I did not drive to the end of the road and turn right.
Instead, I turned left and into the densely wooded area
whose bridge crosses over the river where fishermen
become bears dipping their clawed hooks in the falls.
What does it mean when you outgrow all you've been taught;
seeing a slither of light rise like the thumbnail of God? Truth
offers itself to you as a gentleman opening the door to under-
standing; it also slams it in your face when least expected....
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Sonnet I: The Gift
How shall I tell thee? As Edna St. Vincent Millay? Should we
not rather count the moments than ways? The diving seconds
that swoop as chimney sweeps into old ashes; each hatchling,
as a Lotus rising into a morning slowly dying? For Love, you see,
is not all; nor can be traded for a poetic word. Or, cummings, e.e.?
It was Spring, after all, when we, mudlucious with possibilities,
passed baking into the Solstice. Shall Summer burn us black; ...
not rather count the moments than ways? The diving seconds
that swoop as chimney sweeps into old ashes; each hatchling,
as a Lotus rising into a morning slowly dying? For Love, you see,
is not all; nor can be traded for a poetic word. Or, cummings, e.e.?
It was Spring, after all, when we, mudlucious with possibilities,
passed baking into the Solstice. Shall Summer burn us black; ...
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The Pond
A metronome rock
keeping time with the music:
dropping through water.
Dust cloud sediment
spreading across the bottom:
A Lotus rises.
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keeping time with the music:
dropping through water.
Dust cloud sediment
spreading across the bottom:
A Lotus rises.
~
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The Garden
The heat is immense; I'm watering the garden's San Andreas Fault
line separating the corn and sunflowers; filling the deep crevice
of its mouth with water faster than it can swallow, watching it
collapse into itself; dryness asphyxiating slowly on the moisture.
The whole world is leaning toward this hose, grasping with limp
leafy fingers; pumping life through gorging roots until their throats
overflow and pool at the base of dripping stalks. I pinch dying Marigolds
to make room for new blooms; their pungent death stains my...
line separating the corn and sunflowers; filling the deep crevice
of its mouth with water faster than it can swallow, watching it
collapse into itself; dryness asphyxiating slowly on the moisture.
The whole world is leaning toward this hose, grasping with limp
leafy fingers; pumping life through gorging roots until their throats
overflow and pool at the base of dripping stalks. I pinch dying Marigolds
to make room for new blooms; their pungent death stains my...
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The Dragon Fly
I've watched them my entire life, vibrating
creatures of stature and majestic flight;
Transforming lives between elements of
water and air. One came to me, watched
while I was photographing a state park,
gliding behind me into the deep wood.
Iridescent eyes and heavy-bodied
hum of wings that migrated vast oceans
hovering beside me; ancient symbol
of courage and strength with an ancestral
blood bond incarnating in its presence,
reflecting our lives...
creatures of stature and majestic flight;
Transforming lives between elements of
water and air. One came to me, watched
while I was photographing a state park,
gliding behind me into the deep wood.
Iridescent eyes and heavy-bodied
hum of wings that migrated vast oceans
hovering beside me; ancient symbol
of courage and strength with an ancestral
blood bond incarnating in its presence,
reflecting our lives...
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The Pepper Box
Use the darkness of your past to propel you to a brighter future.”
~ Donata Joseph
I
The pepper box sits in the garden
corner with marigolds and baby breath;
its contents are empty—
like we are of Life
when Death comes for tea.
It was once full of seeds
that grew to burn our tongue
when eaten;
but, there was a satisfaction in the heat—
an accomplishment, growth
from the inevitable harvest.
That's life: a big bang...
~ Donata Joseph
I
The pepper box sits in the garden
corner with marigolds and baby breath;
its contents are empty—
like we are of Life
when Death comes for tea.
It was once full of seeds
that grew to burn our tongue
when eaten;
but, there was a satisfaction in the heat—
an accomplishment, growth
from the inevitable harvest.
That's life: a big bang...
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The Shipping News
It's finding the center of your story, the beating heart of it..."
The bluebird's song was kept in the chambers of a beating
cage for its own protection against the world. Bukowski did
that, accommodated the demands of the crowd because he
had nothing left to lose and someone was always willing to buy
the next bottle or cigarette for true untruths he published.
I see the broken on the streets, in offices, construction sites
cat-calling attention away from themselves. I get it; when
the last thing you had was bashed against...
The bluebird's song was kept in the chambers of a beating
cage for its own protection against the world. Bukowski did
that, accommodated the demands of the crowd because he
had nothing left to lose and someone was always willing to buy
the next bottle or cigarette for true untruths he published.
I see the broken on the streets, in offices, construction sites
cat-calling attention away from themselves. I get it; when
the last thing you had was bashed against...
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The Everything
1.
World
Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek
each other so that the world may come to being.
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Neither can be contained by man; wind and waves.
In the midst of their calm pleasantries we delve
as Spring lovers upon the landscapes of their skin.
We spread our checked blankets and shed bathing
suits to skinny dip; eat of grapes and poetry
under the cool spray of their conjoined breath.
...
World
Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek
each other so that the world may come to being.
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Neither can be contained by man; wind and waves.
In the midst of their calm pleasantries we delve
as Spring lovers upon the landscapes of their skin.
We spread our checked blankets and shed bathing
suits to skinny dip; eat of grapes and poetry
under the cool spray of their conjoined breath.
...
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The Healing Place
The Cardinal has flown in, his red banner
as a departed lover waving strong in the tree.
The stray cat has arrived too, regarding me
from a distance. We have shared as much loss
as we have food. I am frankly amazed she has
survived this long. I'm fairly certain she feels
the same of me. Tonight we honor a silent bond
known only to women. There is no separation
of species between her eyes and mine. I hear
her without ever a sound. We share the survival
and...
as a departed lover waving strong in the tree.
The stray cat has arrived too, regarding me
from a distance. We have shared as much loss
as we have food. I am frankly amazed she has
survived this long. I'm fairly certain she feels
the same of me. Tonight we honor a silent bond
known only to women. There is no separation
of species between her eyes and mine. I hear
her without ever a sound. We share the survival
and...
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The Tree
I wanted to scream from the porch, kick dirt in their face
say something about injustice, idiocy, nonconformity;
or all, or some, or nothing at all if they'd just stop. STOP!
Nope, because there has to be direction; a plan; a reverse
change of wind after the tree is gang-raped by four men,
wooden-dress ripped, exposed vertebrae saw-dust-spread.
It's a loudness, a soul stomping pain, a wail plowing
the field of faith kicking loose the gate. It's the audacity
of...
say something about injustice, idiocy, nonconformity;
or all, or some, or nothing at all if they'd just stop. STOP!
Nope, because there has to be direction; a plan; a reverse
change of wind after the tree is gang-raped by four men,
wooden-dress ripped, exposed vertebrae saw-dust-spread.
It's a loudness, a soul stomping pain, a wail plowing
the field of faith kicking loose the gate. It's the audacity
of...
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The Messenger
Like Secretariat or American Pharaoh,
you've rounded the final stretch home.
This afternoon will reveal you fading
and me, marveling at your strength of
resolve in the face of abnormality.
Many will not be sad your backward illusion
has again returned to its seemingly standard
position. The truest of tongues will reemerge
safely from your black...
you've rounded the final stretch home.
This afternoon will reveal you fading
and me, marveling at your strength of
resolve in the face of abnormality.
Many will not be sad your backward illusion
has again returned to its seemingly standard
position. The truest of tongues will reemerge
safely from your black...
921 reads
6 Comments
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