Enough. I remember the protests of Vietnam. Barely, but they resonated In the conversations around me, The glimpses of students waving signs That I couldn’t read. This, at the beginning of my life. Democracy apparent as people Gathered to protest a War that wasn’t called a war. What is war, then? This conflict of words … Continue reading Poem – Enough. (Draft, 2018)
Yesterday, I posted a poem here and to FB, etc. I deliberately indicated it was a Draft, in part because I wasn’t sure about it. Ironically, the cadence of the poem felt to me much like one that I wrote in 1987 when I was 14 and I worried that it would feel that way … Continue reading On writing poetry…
I wish i could say That it will all be okay, And that the worry and fear Won't consume you. So many years of the ups and downs; Of trying to handle it all. Just remember that this time You are not alone Oh my love, my heart and joy, Would that I could Wish … Continue reading Poem- Wish I Could Say (Draft, 2018)
Poetry, why I write it and where I am going with it today...
Promise kept A single stem lay in my palm, The bloom vibrant in this unsettling calm. Storms begin to brew. Determination drives my will To pluck apart these petals few. My tribute to you at last. For you, these petals lay upon the sand, Waiting for the water to rinse the shores of land. Footsteps … Continue reading Promise Kept
Together, a hope... a dream... I long to love you And let you love me. To have you so close... so near... To wake up with you beside me When dawn starts to appear. The time has come, though, Where night draws near. And with the fading shadows I think of you and my past … Continue reading Poem: 1992 – Together, a hope… a dream…
An Ancient Hymn Waves flood against my soul Caressing the pounding of my heart As it beats to an ancient hymn. I feel myself tumbling gently Off a cliff To the depths Of an ocean I’ve never been to Or even glimpsed Falling down To the soft, Welcoming ground It awaits me with open arms … Continue reading Poem: 1992 – An Ancient Hymn
I hold the petal of soft velvet between my fingers.
So there is nothing quite so wonderful and daunting as discovering almost 20 poems that you don't have typed up into your archive. I picked up a journal last week that had many of the poems I wrote from the year 1990-1996 including about 2 dozen that I have never typed up. The poems were … Continue reading Memory Lane
The sounds and smells Reminded me of my childhood; Days amongst my Fathers's students. The laughter over the cooking As I struggled to learn Foreign names. Rich spiced permeated the air Surrounding us Even as we stepped Off the bus. Scents of welcome Wafting by on the breeze As the silk ribbon Dances in my … Continue reading Little India (2002)