Not a Goodbye


Image credit to this--is-the-life2905 @ DeviantArt, titled may angels lead you in...

 

this is not a goodbye
it never was
not a game either
never crossed my mind

perhaps it’s an intermission
from breaking and hurting
or a prelude
for a morning sunrise

this is not an end
it never was
it’s a beginning
another new journey

where it goes
is up to you
you hold the winning card
but never play it

not all roads have to be winding
but new roads do exist
even rain will end
and rainbow might just show up

this is not a goodbye
it doesn’t have to be…

Submitted to The Thursday Think Tank # 81 @ Poets United, Prompt: Goodbyes

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The Unintended Visitor


Image credit to Lolli Chan @ DeviantArt, titled Shy

a knock
awaken him up from a deep slumber
he opened the door
to a moon face
pale looking
a frail figure
standing blocking the yellow gleam from the street
spellbound in her presence
lulled by the sound of her voice
he invited her in
oblivious to what followed behind her
for it was the most powerful storm
he would ever face
oh, how unprepared, the poor guy
trying clumsily to keep it together
the last thing he remembered
before the storm took over
was those eyes
empty
he could see through them
and witness her storm
for the first time
but ….

Poets United’s The Thursday Think Tank # 78: Off The Cuff!

***This was one of those few occasions where I saw the image first and then created the poem based on the image, for the image. The image haunted me, and I just had to create something.***

I Am …


i am learning
how to walk again
watching where I step
realizing for the first time
how foreign my footsteps look
how distant the ground feels

i am rediscovering dancing
i danced again for the first time
alone, the other night
catching up with my oldies
trying my best to feel the music
but surprisingly missed a few beat

i am living, moving
starting and finishing my day with a hunger
trying not to choke on life’s golden fruits and sweets
i am creating, producing, acting
feigning, fooling God’s creatures
i can walk on a string now

i am growing
and dying simultaneously
like the grass under my feet
it’s growing under the sun
but will soon die from being stepped on
if not from the heat and thirst

i am trying hard not to drift
but after facing a storm and losing all my belongings
these hands desperately flailing, looking for a grip
but serendipity kindly responded, or was it faith
these hands finally found a rock, a strong one
and i tuck it safely in my pocket

i am responsible
to me and my rock only
trusting no one but us
i tried, failed, fell, rose, learned, and now understand
every path I choose
is mine only to take

i am
… hidden within my visibility
… visible in my hiding,
… loved in my disastrous life
… a disaster in love
… crying behind the smile
… smiling to stop the tears
… one of many pieces
… broken in pieces to be one
… thankful in my prayer
… praying to stay grateful
… alive in my dying
… dying so i know i’m still alive.

Poets United Thursday Think Tank #75 – You and Yourself