I felt a funeral

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then

Emily dickson


Mother didn’t recognise me
when I came back home

covered in dirt from head to toe
Mother wiped away the dirt
and the dried out mud beneath

She scrubbed a while longer
Then peeled away the robes and masks
I’d put on
who knows how long ago

She stripped away another layer
one just like my face
As it appeared before her
she drew back stunned

Seeing nothing there but emptiness
a gaping wound
cross-hatched with lines.

Manglesh dabral Via Christi Merrill


Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away tonight.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too.
Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice
She knows the origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
are you.
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.


When will you

As I gaze at the sky when it rains
As Blood flows through my veins
I wonder what makes life so auspicious
inspite of the whole world being so malicious

My dear rain…
As you pour down with all your might
When will you come to me as my guiding light
When will you wash my heart
When will you quench my thirst
When will you show me something thats unrehearsed

I protect myself when you arrive….
in my desire to survive….
but that does that mean I dont love you
does that mean I despise you

Once you leave , the sun will shine
leaving behind your marks which is way too divine..
Your tears and pure and plain..
Mine are salty and filled with pain….
When will you immerse mine in yours
When will you guide me with your sail and take me to the shores

I wish, dear april

i wish i was bigger, dear April
so i could give you a ring
like daddy gave to mommy
a ring so small so round.

i wish i was stronger, dearer April
so i could carry you away
because time is a monster
sleeping under your bed.

i wish i was taller, dearest April
so i could hold your umbrella
while we parachute to our dreams
and i’ll catch you when we fall.

i wish i was younger, everdear April
so i could see you again
and smell your hair in sunshine
like angelscent memory.

Brian Sarfati

She has her own special way

She has her own special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad things go away
The second that she says hey.

And when I look into her eyes,
I see pure beauty with no disguise.
Just a glance at her makes my heartbeat rise.
I know for a fact that these feelings aren’t lies.

If only she knew
How much my love for her grew,
Maybe, just maybe, we could start something new,
And then I’d never feel blue.

And if beauty were inches, she’d go on for miles.
I’d better catch her before I go out of style.
I’m going to let my heart be my dial
So I can tell her what I’ve been feeling for a while.

Kiara Wilson

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