Marooned melodies, isolated from truth’s ear
A leap of faith in search of a ledge, wanting the urge to fly
Side doors doubling as escape routes, slipping away unnoticed, dare I go
Followed unseen with each footstep, I hear them close behind
fiction & poetry
My Father’s Voice
Lead me through the maze of tangents, avoiding aftermaths disguised as sunsets
Where balcony views shine truths about empty chimes
And lessons are found through sunlight piercing through broken doors
Collections of anonymous indifference remains at the side of the road
My father’s voice linger in the wind, beckoning
The smell of fields graze my soul, reminding me I’m not far from home
Closed Eye Vantage Points
Window shopping for day dreams
Looking in from afar
Translucent obstructions separating life from reality drift away
Vantage points open up despite closing eyes
Cool breezes awaken my spirit
Hope for tomorrow draws me in
An invitation happily accepted
Unapologetically, I Drift
Redemption holds onto walls, waiting to be seen
Framed black and white photographs, candids deserving view
Currents of soft velvet, looking ahead, unapologetically I drift
No longer fighting the undertow of yesterday’s invisible mist
Eventually Turns to Light
Guessing life lines through wind storms
The delayed blessings of painful messages lie hidden beneath the sand
Recalling yesterday’s forever, an eternity that ran its course
Never ending darkness eventually turns to light
Scattered Leaflets Fall Like Confetti
Standing on platforms after the last train
The scent of falling stars burn my eyes
Karma evens the scales, a jolt returning me back to life
Stir autographed story lines purposely forgotten
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Fresh ink on old proofed copies, reminders still wet to the touch
Right siding my compass, the magnetic pull forcing a turn
Scattered leaflets fall like confetti, gravity pulls in one direction
Lining streets, cushioning my fall
White Space Reprieve
Cupped ear, I strained to listen
Difficult to hear above the silence
Not an echo of chaos, of life
Just me, engulfed in white space
Afloat, enjoying the peacefulness of the lull
A fleeting reprieve
Stenciled Boundaries
Stenciled thoughts
Leave little room to go astray
Wandering not encouraged
Standing at the boundary wondering what could have been
Pausing Underwater
Underwater
Beauty of muted sounds
Movement in slow motion
Above, the sun’s rays reflect on the moment
Leisurely I contemplate joining the conversation
Resurfacing to engage once more
I pause just for one last embrace
Before opening up to the sky at the last moment
Deep gusts of breath fill my lungs
It burns, but in a good way
I feel alive
Run Its Course
With a turn of the spigot
Gravity departs for uncommon ground
The sound of coffee cups emptying upward fills the air
Ears searching for the presence of my father’s hand
Only find rolled up blueprints bound by disintegrating bands
Yesterday has run its course, old arguments fade
The anticipation of freedom running marrow deep
Parting ways, an escape to blow in the wind
The sum of all fears left a day behind
Courage to mouth the words out loud, finding my voice
It’s time
Mat Aru Poetry 