(Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s poem ‘The Raven’)
Shall my lips again be parted
And from my depths that name
Since she left me tired and broken
With a mind that’s weak and darken’d
And beyond the will to utter.
Yet, as visions begin to stutter
From my lips it slips –
Silence is the sound I’m seeking
From a mind that always thinking,
And a heart that stays a flutter.
Yet as my soul descends I mutter,
While myself I keep berating
Impossibly my voice keeps grating
Just one word, my love-
Peace No More!
To see a bright and vivid sunset
without my thoughts again beset –
Of the times together shared
When I often thought and dared
To join our lives – to be as one,
But then happiness became undone, and
Pointless life persists, without –
Let this life that’s lone and saddened
Terminate the grief that’s maddened.
By drawing breath and just once more
Screaming at the heavens, I’ll implore –
Banish breath from this ashen heart
And have for me a brand new life to start.
A chance to whisper once again –
a harem of stars
while sea-mist veils the pre-dawn
Venus holds my heart
sunrise promises splendour
only one can claim my love
Make eye contact and say the words,
Let me see them fall from your lips.
Don’t send them along the copper cords
Or wirelessly send your sweetest quips –
Yours eyes say more than simple speech
Distance and time make the feeling leech.
Hold my hand and say you care.
Tell me again that I’m all you need.
I love the warmth you often share
And know this time my heart won’t bleed.
It’s when we touch, our spirits soar –
I feel it at my deepest core.
To keep our love that’s set in stone –
Let’s hold hands, not use the phone.
Removing his slippers
He stepped barefooted onto the smooth pebbles.
Moving slowly, he stooped occasionally,
Careful to collect every fallen, red maple leaf –
Then, using the bamboo rake
He carefully made the patterns she’d loved.
Sitting on a low wooden bench
He now drank his tea and remembered.
His black skin held tight
The red blood that pumped life,
Until she cut him.
Her pale complexion
Always hid the red blood,
Until she was shamed.
Her ancient ancestry
Stayed in her red blood,
Until the city stole her innocence.
Kneeling in prayer
Red blood sang through his body,
Until hatred ended his life.
Our naked desires
Our blood red insides
Our loves and fears
The vessel matters not
The souls are all alike.
The heart pumps the same -
cashmere sweater drapes
enticingly on soft curves
hungry eyes devour
this summer evening
take me in your river deep
ease my fevered brow