it is easy to love again it is even more easy to forget why you stopped loving in the first place
Tag: Poetry
beyond indulgence
beyond indulgence of imagination lies an unimaginable void where silence is not an absence of sound but stillness of thoughts
North of your Soul
Last night, I dreamt. I was in an open field and there was a spoken word poetry performance, the whole audience was involved with impromptu but co-ordinated dance steps. There was only one poem and I loved its title North of your Soul. In fact I was upset that the title was already used, more … Continue reading North of your Soul
I wonder
I wonder Where lightning goes after the flash Does it become the silver lining? Where do dreams go as we wake Or do they hide under our eyelids? What happens to words after you speak Are they written on the pages of time? And the pain when wounds heal Do cells cling on to memories? … Continue reading I wonder
more or less
more or less
choiceless changes
choiceless changes do not alter your destiny they just take the longer route round only with choices are changes fair, meaningful
the perfect mirage
they warned me of succulent dates sparkling water which would entice me away from my drab reality into the perfect mirage and they tell me to stop dreaming to renounce the life of illusion does the magician not stupefy you? does the night not hold capabilities? you can only learn to fly if your feet … Continue reading the perfect mirage
An interaction about thoughts and lies
The other evening, I had a lovely poetic interaction on Twitter with Vlad. It was worth saving so here goes, beginning with my poem Seeds of Wisdom. seeds of wisdom were planted by elders but we divided the land each clan neglected to water the seeds now we mourn weeds of disunity Your mind is … Continue reading An interaction about thoughts and lies
war, for peace
Yesterday's prompt was War, for Peace. Here is my contribution: Seems like it's easier to go to war, for peace requires restraint, forgiveness, forgetting and moving on But which will make you happier? Which reminded me of what my younger daughter had declared (at age 7): Peace smells like ice cream And here is the … Continue reading war, for peace
my senses
my tongue tastes the sweetness of your breath ears yield to gentle whispers skin shivers at the thought of your warm scent I avert my eyes as you gaze knowingly ** let Him take away my humanity my sanity my intellectuality even my reality but if He deprives me any of my senses I shall … Continue reading my senses
SONYA KASSAM 