Missing warmth

Missing warmth

And so she has left,
leaving us as soft
as her dying breath;
leaving us all
to mourn her death
It is a crisp cool
Monday new
my family has left
leaving me blue
Even the birds chirp sad today
perhaps waiting for sunlight
to make its way
anything to brighten
these brooding clouds
and to clear my gloomy skies
It is still so new to me;
still hard to believe it’s true
With every breath
and every corner I turn
all I see and feel is you
I miss you mom
I miss your warmth
so very much …

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Love notes

Love notes

Love notes

Like a butterfly,
my heart flies away
to a place afar
where only emotions exist;
a place where love has kissed
The fragrance of its feelings
is sweet like the nectar of dew
on blades of grass new
just after Springs’ first rain;
a taste that lingers
time and again
You sing me a love song
with the poetry you write
and your eyes pierce my heart
with the words you say
Even the birds can’t help but sway
Like a butterfly,
my heart does fly away
to a place afar
with the words of our love song

~ Priya 3/20/15

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control no more

control no more

He tickled my feathers,
teased and caressed them;
fanned the beauty of my plumes
perfectly, until I was the perfect
way he wanted me to be
and then trampled me to the ground
How clearly I remembered his sound,
his thunderous roar
with the hunger of a lion,
his hunger for my peace,
his insatiable desire
to have complete control of me
But I fought back;
perhaps only in the end
when all of my feathers
were but a wilted lament
of what was once me
I fought silently,
no blood or tears
and certainly no fears
I simply walked away

~ Priya 3/21/15

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Carry me

Carry me

Carry me

I am walking again
on two feet weak,
even words are hard to speak
and so I write
I am wobbly at best
The strength of me
is being put to test
and I can feel myself
f a l l I n g

Carry me

Hold me up against
these winds of hell
Help me out of this
crumbling shell
I’m ready to stand
two feet strong;
ready to right the wrong

Carry me

Like a rustling brook,
let me be the soft
of a moving current
that carries me to peace

Carry me …

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stroke of silence

stroke of silence

Stroke of silence

Quiet peace broken
Car doors slamming
Someone flying to see
Baby crying, a woman screaming
Falling falling down
on the ground
Panicked scuffles
Body shuffles
Cold, so cold
Crowd forms, whispers torn
from scared unknowing lips
Flashing lights and cold walls
people being shoved in stalls
Then silence
Needles and blankets
and moving beds
Lots of whites and reds
Hands reaching
touching, poking
trying to stabilize
the silence

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