Autumn
It blows in the forgotten corners
a melody
the one forgotten
not hummed anymore
at every waking
It blows in the forgotten corners
a melody
the one forgotten
not hummed anymore
at every waking
I don’t see you anymore
Though your face never leaves
My mind
In the path for us
Back
To centuries
FEATURED POET – Gibran Khalil Gibran
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
it was an encounter
like no other that afternoon
as the sun set
its lights on the palm fronds
she looked at me
with her big eyes
Read Katia’s latest book “After the War, the Women Spoke”.
Do you know
How to hold
The abundance of a world
Offering itself
To you?
The incense grabs my being
slows down my walk
a peak inside the door
the candle lit
to the woman
who holds the earth
in the palm of her hand.
The heavy breathing
Covers the sound
Of steps crunching
the white ground
Beauty speaking
Earthly bound
Swiftly flowing
On each mound
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
The call to stand
Stronger than life itself
To reach for the sun
True to its nature
Of growing erect
Even while embracing
Other limbs