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Seasons
A Summer ending with a fallen leaf,
A tree standing bare, lonely in a daze.
Whispers of Autumn, the song of a thief,
Blankets of warmth and light, gone in a haze.
Beasts retreat amidst Winter descending,
A father’s call, “Где ты, моя солнушка?”
A sun hides, tired, in its gaze, relenting.
“I’m sorry, I have to sleep now, Papa.”
And yet, a lowly flower lies unharmed,
The aftermath of war, a survivor.
A tear of pollen, a bloom of hope sired
From the heavens, melodies of a lyre.
Visions of light, once made a pariah,
A sign of Spring, hymns of the Messiah.
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Deception
(Inspired by survivor accounts of the Nazi Death Marches)
I can’t stop running,
You’re so tired
My body is shaking,
Take a break
I can feel my heart beating,
Go to sleep
I look up, it’s snowing
It’s so cold
The silence is captivating,
Say something
I’m not breathing,
What is that smell?
I think I’m bleeding,
You’re too weak
The light is fleeting,
It’s getting dark
I can feel myself collapsing,
This is the end
I wake up,
You weren’t dreaming.
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Manifesting Divinity
Who is God without Adam?
Who is Adam without God?
The touch of life and its duality
The connection between two worlds
One cannot live without the other
Connected like the atoms in our body
The movement of electricity
Gives meaning to our world
Supposed greatness perceived
By what is tangible and what is not
Who is God without Adam?
Who is Adam without God?
Sunburned
So, how’s your day?
Sun-sick skin
Scorching sand sizzling
Soaking, salt stinging
Aquatic arms aching
Ashy aromas abound
Albatross alarms air
And still, it’s a blissful day
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Scintillating Sky
The scintillating sky soars above, scattered so high.
A creature overlooking, an all-seeing eye.
It watches from afar,
Like an empire and its Czar.
It’s light will soon fade away,
To be seen again the next day.
The scintillating sky soars above, scattered so high.
We carry
(Inspired by “Things We Carry on the Sea by Wang Ping” )
We carry memories of happiness
We carry memories of sadness
We carry the hugs of our mothers
We carry the lessons of our fathers
We carry the heat of hot summers
We carry the cold of icy winters
We carry the leaves that fall from trees
We carry the ocean’s gentle breeze
We carry our sins and our greeds
We carry our virtues and good deeds
We carry our hopes and dreams
We carry our egos and high self esteems
We carry the first breath out of our lungs
We carry the death of our loved ones
We carry memories of happiness
We carry memories of sadness
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