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On other days…


On Saturdays you bought sunflowers,
I gazed at them for hours and hours,
and in the evening before my rest,
they bowed gently to night’s behest…

On days of grief, you bought pink roses,
it soothed my pain in tender doses,
and when petals fell from their core,
I felt the flush of joy’s encore…

On other days you picked wild daisies,
those summer days when fields were hazy,
I put them in my living room,
they gave me peace while still in bloom…


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The flowers looked decayed…

Day 8….

day 8

I was hanging in the store today
and everyone looked dismayed
I think I’m going insane
but no one is to blame…

And the flowers looked decayed
coz there’s a lockdown underway
I promise not to disobey
though I feel like flying away
and swimming across the bay…

My hands are raw from spray
and everyone is going grey
they’ve rubbed out all our shame…

But humans will prevail
for we all have microwaves,
though this I can’t explain
I’ll just send you the email
and then we can celebrate…

I told you I was going insane
I’ve got contagion on the brain
this is uncharted domain…

Let’s have a little chardonnay
maybe then I’ll feel okay
or some sparkling lemonade
and we’ll dance to Reggae
to the bee Gees
and Marvin gay…

But hey
there’s a lockdown underway
and I can’t get pink champagne

But who am I to complain
every day is just the same
and it feels like a holiday
though no one wants to play…

and I can’t even buy takeaways…


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Hallways of the night skies…

Day 7. I can’t wake from this nightmare, so I may as well dream…

hallways of the night skies

I stood at the entrance of sleep-walking,
of the night skies… galaxies spun around me
in love
I was being baptized…
and the air
was quietly nimble,
my form was indistinct
I saw throngs
of Earthlings
eternally linked…
one with all the Angels
in a nebulous glow
no separation was visible
in this divine overflow…
And the Pleiades
whispered softly
ushering me home
this was a timeless dwelling place
for no more would I roam…


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Fading into black and white…

Day 6. in the underground
Day 1. in poetry land…

I used to work in a bank, say no more!

an artist by nature

I fade with the ink
into black and white

hiding under mountains of doubt
scatterings of a creative mind
gone to sleep

my hope
is frozen in time

dusty tatters of a dim view
I’m buried deep
under piles of unbelief

Once I fled from lifeless banking halls and queues
to pursue imagination
accepting just token offerings

but I gravitated back to figures and numbers
with no words to celebrate
just echoing chambers
of a humdrum world

and scribbles in scarlet
a pedestrian beat

Oh, prosaic woes

Call me back to splashes of paint
and words
that make me feel alive again

in paperless daydreams
my mind wanders to other things
to creativity
Abstractions and songs

colorful landscapes
made of wishes that do come true

I feel faint-hearted in this pursuit
But It’s fifthly lucre that keeps me fed…



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Hanging in obscurity…

“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment is intuition.”
― Rumi


Day Twenty-two…

Hanging in obscurity
light and darkness gathers 
in a dance
of elements
colors scatter…

and the moon plays its part
by beaming
across the plains
holding onto dreams
of treasured remains…

an artists rendition
of radiance reborn
light envelopes
in whispered form…

and textures play
fusing with the skies
bewildered impressions

in darkness
luminosity streams
incantations of twilight

#wrappedinlight #darknesstriestohide

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Fell again…

“Sometimes it takes a good fall to really know where you stand”
― Hayley William

Ascend five, not really very good at this, but here goes…

So I picked myself up and fell again
the jagged rocks broke my fall
while attempting to ascend…

Nothing to recommend
feeling very small
so I picked myself up and fell again

in the depths, unrestrained
breaking into an easy crawl
while striving to ascend…

Lying there in the mayhem
nightmares I can recall
so I picked myself up and fell again

much of this I can’t explain
foolishness my downfall
I need assistance to ascend…

So I thought I should forget
at rock bottom waterfalls
then I picked myself up and fell again

waiting to hear the call, in doing I will transcend….




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Swan Song

Day thirty….


“They say that all the swans in England belong to the Queen”…..

When she was just a little girl,
she wanted to take over the world.
They told her she wasn’t qualified,
with crocodile tears…she cried and cried!

She stamped her feet and went quite red,
and the Palace guards shook their heads.
“Whatever a Princess wants, she gets”
the Royal household placed their bets.

So they told her she could own every swan,
though the King felt rather put upon.
You do know she was Daddy’s girl,
the sweetest child with delightful curls.

To this day in her Queenly glory,
she recounts the same old story,
that swans were never really her thing,
she was just trying to vex the King!

I wonder who will be next in line,
to inherit this feathery goldmine?
Perhaps the Princes’ will draw straws,
or hand them over to some worthy cause!

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Lost in translation

Day twenty-nine…..

far from the maddening crowd

“It is impossible to over-emphasize the immense need humans have to be really listened to, to be taken seriously, to be understood.”
― John Joseph PowellWhy Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am?

For Sylvia Plath….

I’m in a quandary,
I cannot interprete your words,
maybe “The Elm” beguils me with her knowledge!

Yet, I’ve been to the bottom, below the dark earth, to the tap root.
I know seas of dissatisfaction that thunder insanity,
I tell you its nothingness, mere trickery of the mind.

For although this dark place exists,
don’t consume your own poison,
don’t rain toxic thoughts.

Tell me, have I misunderstood you,
do you suffer the atrocity of sunsets?
Are they endings, I see them as beginnings!

It is only in darkness that love is a shadow!
Love is not an illusion, it’s within the soft flesh,
to be breathed in as your soul’s friend.

I will try to see beyond this darkness that echoes in you,
and engulfs your form.
I will try to understand you.

Let me tell you of the moon I see with different eyes.
Not a moon that drags me, or diminishes me,
but a moon that spills merciful light on me.

Let me hold you tenderly, when bad dreams possess you,
until your cry subsides. You can flap back to belonging,
Be not terrified of the dark thing that sleeps in you.

This may sound trite right now, in present darkness.
Look beyond this realm of knowledge, beyond malignity.
Use my rose-coloured spectacles…they work just fine!

Then speak again to me, in words I understand…


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Return to sender….

Day twenty-eight….. #postcards
a postcard from the edge

Mosi-oa-tunya………I’m not there….I’m right here aren’t I, scratching down words for twenty-eight days, racking my brain, hell-bent on finishing. Rummaging daily through my own garbage trying to pick out the sparkly bits, hidden in life’s debris, and sometimes only finding tokens….Right now I’d like to crunch my pen under-foot and make paper jets of these smudged words. Then I’d take the first flight out of here, to watch the moon rise over Devil’s cataract. I’d skid bare foot through the rain forest and swim to the very edge, like a daredevil, and if i fell in, I wouldn’t be at all surprised. Melancholy would dissolve on the green hotel lawns, as I lounged beside the pool, drinking Pina Coladas. But instead I’m baring my soul right here, hoping for some kind of cathartic experience or at least to rescue myself from hum-drum mediocrity. I’m no prisoner scratching notes on blank walls. I’m an adventurer on a quest to find myself, floating down the rapids, memories thundering over, clinging for dear life to the hope that one day I will get there……Ally


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