#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons

In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”

#26 healing poetry; soft sunrise

There’s a soft sunriseThat leaves traces of starlightGlinting in the shadows of dawnThere’s a soft sunriseThat asks me to riseThough my pillows are sweet and warmI wake to the scentOf the garden where I firstKnew my soulThere’s a soft sunriseAsking my eyesTo open, to a glittering world -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit

#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died

If I arise tomorrow, And forget that your soul Left this place, a long time ago, Would the wind stop beating at windows? They are streaked with rain and pollen clusters, fidgeting bugs and dusty frames, I don’t think I have a picture of us. If I arose tomorrow, If the sunlight lifted in particles,Continue reading “#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died”

#7 healing poetry; bright fury memory

I felt old pages in my hands today as I walked down to the post office, in a village by the sea. The sea was so bright it almost blinded me, reminding me, that things can last past a death gaze, my memories of this place are hazy. Not because I don’t remember but becauseContinue reading “#7 healing poetry; bright fury memory”