i don't believe for a moment that he rested on the seventh if you are a creator and enjoy creating rest is indeed tiresome
Tag: Poetry
Salt and Sweet
from a complex inspiration He created the teardrop a simple release of grief or an expression of joy just the right amount of salt to the intricacy of hives worker bees carry nectar conceive cells of honey a universal remedy just the right amount of sweet ~Inspired by these words someone said to me "well, all … Continue reading Salt and Sweet
there was a time
there was a time when i stared at my almost empty blog and i thought "what will i write about?" and today i believe there's little i can't write about words don't become less the more you use them on the contrary creativity is a bottomless cauldron of magical inspiration stirred by faith that out … Continue reading there was a time
truths or lies
there are more lies in truths of today than they were in yesterday's lies imagine how many lies there will be tomorrow what you hear truths or lies add a grain of salt no truth nor any lie is constant your perception of truth or lie will change over time and experience with history uncovered through … Continue reading truths or lies
first call
dawn fast approaches water splashed on sleepy eyes standing tall on hurriedly unrolled mats and the day's first call of prayer
Secrets Within Secrets
the dead can't speak the living won't speak secrets within secrets what more do you want? the dreams you killed our grief belittled secrets within secrets what more have we left? the fears unexpressed and greed is spread secrets within secrets what more can we hide? when leaders are bound our voices have no sound … Continue reading Secrets Within Secrets
Alone, Alone I Will Go
This week's Dungeon Prompts challenge is Until Our Last Breath. What would I imagine thinking about as I take my final breaths. This is not something I tend to write about, and whatever did form in my mind made me cry and was too personal to share. If you notice with my poetry, I don't … Continue reading Alone, Alone I Will Go
True Strength
the cunning prey feigned submission as predator eased its guard their roles reversed true strength surely lies in one's mind (somehow I connect this with many relationships)
endless lights
when evenings are endless lights, though of different origins find a common language to share conversationsinspiration for the poem came from a photo taken by my 8 year old daughter :-)
so many borders
time after time we decimate a land, sketching lines, invisible but impregnable and a people who were once indistinguishable are now immigrants if they continue to wander across to the other side permission to graze for the grass does look greener even their herds have acquired nationalities a people who crisscrossed lands whose cultures were … Continue reading so many borders
SONYA KASSAM 