my eyelids close when my clock says so but my thoughts decide to not abide and let in a draft of deep frozen memories to draw runes on my skin along the path your arms used to take to circle me in my sleep
Mindfills for dVerse quadrille, a poem of 44 words, hosted by Sarah Southwest ~ sleep
She does not wear black As red roses fill the earth With only her love Wrapped in a flag
Rifles up, shots in the air In honour of truth And sacrifice Of her Braveheart
The band plays a tribute Her ring remembers The day she made her home, Her country, her family
Wife to a soldier Wearing pride on her shoulders He still lives on She does not wear black
Mindfills for Free Verse Revolution, a Literary and Arts Magazine. Issue VI LiJi encourages contributors to tell tales of courage and innocence, of temptation and sacrifice, and of power within and without.
stars spinning in circles, fireworks in the sky, an impromptu announcement booming through the universe to awaken you with a spritz of magic to touch your soul with sparks of beginnings to take you by the hand and lead you in your dreams to the infinity you are
I sit on the banks of the lake, black and brown lava rocks on red soil, sinuous branches of green tree, reflecting the ripples of an evening sun I think of you Clear as the mirror the lake is at this moment, teased by a meandering breeze, tingles spreading all along the expanse of my body silent, invisible Just like me.
Mindfills for Free Verse Revolution ‘s new poetry issue – Cassandra. I’m thrilled to announce that Hypocrisy ~ a free verse, along with twomore of my poems, has been accepted and will be published in Free Verse Revolution Literary Magazine. Book Release is on 17th March 🙂
Note from Free Verse Revolution – Our fifth issue will be titled ‘Issue V: Cassandra (prophecy and deceit)’ and invites writers, photographers, and artists to explore the story of Cassandra in Troy and how its relevance is still felt today, across the globe. For Issue V, we invite you to explore the unknown, the unseen, the darkness and the infernal. Whether this be literally through depictions of an underworld and hell, or metaphorically by exploring how the Issue V endeavours to be a place for the truth; a place to lift up rather than silence a myriad of voices whether that be through artistic or written means.
scent of ash sneaking out of a memory locked in time warped by moments and madness whose embers never died or so it seems as the magic of our last kiss wafts at my cold feet willing me to gather the remnants of yesterday