My Side of the Fence
How green is the grass I wonder
on this side of the fence.
Tell me how do you see my pretense
to color the grass with a green
that won’t fade on the eyes,
spider webs same as lies
cloaks my truth of how green
is the grass on this side of the fence-
July 15, 2020
“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
In the Spaces Between
If you want to know where love hides
where dreams are life and life are dreams
look carefully in the spaces between,
hardly notice ‘tween seconds our lives
leave us longing in search for much more.
Between thoughts we speak truth
and we hide in the seams of our youth
our need to take fly and to soar
in between the blue skies
and the dirt quietly swept on the floor.
So look careful in the shift of our eyes
for a space between shadows and light
you will find the answers that hide,
but only asleep in the night we have seen
what we seek in the spaces between-
July 13, 2020
“Between the lines thoughts were felt. In a way words could never read.”
― Maira Cheeda
How I am Inside
If I looked like I am in my mind
you would carefully find
the fierce colors of sunset
as reflects on the waves.
And my skin like in summer
would resemble the rays
of a bright morning sun.
If I looked like I am in my soul
you would think all the fun
in the laughter of children
lingers under my tongue.
And the shade of my eyes
would be blue like the skies
if I looked like I am
in my soul and my mind.
June 30, 2020
“Inside each of us are memories, fantasies and desires for home – a shelter waiting to be built, a place of peace to be revisited.”
― Louisa Thomsen Brits
Oh my spirit and mind
would you follow my skin
and in turn follow time?
Be the calm after storms
and the coolness of night,
with a soft placid swing
dance along by the light.
Let the restlessness go
my dear spirit and mind
for I yearn to be in tune
with the passing of time.
May 18, 2020
“Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun’s melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
How I’m Lost
If I could see myself lost,
In the rush of a cascading life
how I grieve
what no longer withstand.
We lose things and we are dammed
to repeat our faults
when we are lost,
in the rush of a cascading life-
June 9, 2020
“What’s the point of wandering?
to find a better place?
But the loneliness will always capture me
in its claws
of no tomorrow”
― Asper Blurry, Train to the Edge of the Moon
I feed the monster,
my fragile soul cannot sustain.
Hold my wings
tenderly, a butterfly
painted in colors of sunsets
and songs of rain,
‘til one last time
I will fly, I will fly-
“The pain is real. Flowing as a brook beneath my flesh. I am broken, and yet, I still breathe.”
― E.M. Benton
Such need to re-arrange
across a lifetime.
At the end,
who will count
what was missing
or was found?
“The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.”
― Toni Morrison, Beloved