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 WHERE RABBITS RUN
  By Loretta Siegel

Come walk with me where the air is clean,
Come walk with me through hills of green.
Come walk with me where white deer graze,
Come walk with me through autumn's haze.
Come walk with me where fields of wheat
Shimmer and shine in summer's heat.
Come walk with me through snowy drifts,
We'll leave our footprints on the cliffs.
Come walk with me where rabbits run,
Come walk with me…
The best is yet to come.

A love story cut short

Wandering upon the sandy shores of the ocean,
Deeply in thoughts and anticipating a bright horizon,
I think of my love.

She molds my heart with peace,
She adorns my face with smiles,
That I can only glide,
The waves tossed and turn,
On my skin the sun burns,
But all I feel is her love.

Her love is a magic carpet,
Whose ride takes me beyond the moon,
Gently as she holds my hand,
My heart throbs beneath my ribs like an antelope
 that's running to a brook for a drink,

My Endocrine system becomes more active, releasing oxytocin,
Our hearts are locked in the dawn of real love,
Tender and kinder,
Purer and brighter.
The sand can't write our stories,
The moon can't capture our moment,
No camera man can either,

For our love goes deeper in the inner most part of our bones,
From the enamel in our mouths,
To the villi in our intestines,
To the marrows in our bones,
Our love goes down.
Forever and ever and always.
A Love story cut short.

© Gabriel T. Saah (The Marvelous Inker)

Home

Here an era e c h o e s
An old song on slopes of silver and crimson descending hills

Where days rush blitz and hours ride turtle back, conversing
Erstwhile memories

The eyes that have cached my spring, my blooming, and colors of my dreams

The place I call home

Memories

Wakeful night
Underpins weight of unfallen tears
Silence shoulders
Gravity of emptiness on pinions of fleeting years

Away from flocking dust on shelves
Books, save your memories in
smudges, highlights
dog-eared text and pages

Places that speak of your presence— your absences


Solitude

Walk with me on a lane most forestalled
Lonely place where solitude caterwauls

I hide from me, my fear
Normalizes in buzz, fuss and throng

For once, I brave the librettos
Silence always sings

These ascetic hills and monastic trees, listen and grow 
astute and still

Singularity

Emptiness
Has a character
In your absence

The chasm
Has crushing gravity

Vacuity-a black hole
Floating in my universe

Its voracious appetite
Eats my suns

Your memories-an event horizon
Where days stretch in length

And tug with singularity of your reminiscences

Cityscape

A scalded cat- my City 
(mile a minute) changes 
Semblance on her face

Dumbfound child in me 
Looks for familiar curves and flecks

Measure for measure
Its once comforting scape
Mutates in the name of headway
(I think) she’s still bitter 
For when I had once voiced a rescript-
I have outgrown its crossroads, potholes and bends

Her urban facet stretches with lighted bridges
And well kempt suburban alleys
Gone are the similar faces
That had known with heart
The items on my grocery list by

Today when I come to her with wistful longing-

She hands me strangers on construction cones
Festering remorse on forking roads
Souring distances and divider lanes


Sorrow

Cadent, astronomic vastness of aging Cedar

Cannot call a halt, on zeal of a carpenter bee



Like sorrow – solitary, shortsighted

Blindly burrows where shame has softened the grove



Slowly hollowing out the years

Thickening stories written in the stars

Doctor by profession. Sarika Jaswani is a Crochet Artist, Art Tutor Writer of Children's Stories. Philanthropist. Poet. Published. Passionately reads & writes poetry. Art Lover. Bird lover. Dreamer and blogger.

        Published on 
        -'Tide Rises Tide Falls' 
        --On Medium with A Cornered Gurl @ACG @Scrittura @MoveMePoetry
-Fever Of Mind Poetry
-Silver Birch Press
-The Organic Poet
-SpillWords
-The Women Inc
-Trouvaille Review
-Antonym
-HeronClanPoems
--a frequent vss prompt writer on twitter. 

Her poems run on theme of love, reflection and philosophy of life.  

When love goes against you


Is like one losing the ability to think
Memory is life

But my life is not  just a memory

Another scene of lie 

Like a broken hope and a wooden breath 

I'm feeling small

Not so strong
Waiting for you to help me



When love go against you,
You are Walking like a blind

And was given pain instead of your light

A trigger inside me,
Only to pull it down and wake up


Everything I need is not a charity
Is only truth belief
I'm your Waterfall,
 think of me 
As I think of you 

When love goes against you,
 
Is a tear in the eyes that says good-bye
You did not accept the love;
You did not accept me
I gave you my all,

But from your side all I could see 
Pain and tears in vain.


When love go against you,
Every tear that rolls
Slowly down your cheeks

Searches for the path of love
But life seems so bleak 

When I think I've figured out just how I feel,
When I think I've had just about all I can take

I look into your eyes and forget my path

I will recruit for myself as I go,

I will scatter myself among men and women as I go








God's Beauty

All life will testify of you, 
if they are loyal 

With you, I hope to fly and feel your comfort
Flee to you away from the present heat,

There, I will wash myself and be neat.


Let the rain be my path and the moon my light that I may travel.
My heart decorates your beauty,

The sky above, the source of rain, the snow port
Which calms earth temperature.



God's beauty,
God is a masterful artist
Painting warm colors to show his wonder 

He has painted our world in a rainbow of colors

For others to see his wonder
The sky and the moon are scattered with perfection

Such beauty is hard and difficult to understand.


Thankful we are,
For your forgiving heart, and wonderful life 

Even the birds that fly high in the sky

Can relate about your wonders and perfection.

Nature's Cuddle

My heart fills in blessings
When I rush to the pastures, green and florid land
The river bank or the other side of nature calls me 
To soar higher and higher with the birds the blue mingles with 
The eyesight turns back to the condensed shady illuminated mango garden
Invokes me to join the picnic with the neighbors
Here by the water the breeze flowing on blood soothes my heart
Take my breath fresh and longs to stay some more time 
The heavenly peace I find even in the sweet dream in my midnight sleep
I won't like to threaten my heart for the nightmare of the tiger's prey
Nor to join the line of the burning fireplace having the body turned into ashes. 
  
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
02/01//2021

The Shade of Light

You live in the shade of light
I hover around the grey and pale
Floating in darkness to see the light of morning
Rohingyas' eyes fixed at the unknown future to the sandy Bhasan Char
Night be filled with glowing colors 
The mundane fugacious pain or beauty lasts as long as
The winding snakes swimming away before the eyes on the stagnant pond
The light sweeping away from one corner to the other
Make us busy with work, the other deep in sleep or dance.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
03/01//2021


Your Single Word

Your single word of Spanish cherry 
Pours the scent in my heart
Your light of the word-smoke flies over on the surface of my eyes
Blows soft wind on the river
The rays of the rising sun - mild reflection of your love
Holding this focus I find the way of reaching the goal
In the midst of millions of stars 
You are the moon-my ostrich plume
Throughout the sphere of your single word blooms the world's eye
Phoenix the bird - the glorious wings of your loving charms. 

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
03/01//2021

The Heavenly Breast

Surrounded by the deceptive world 
You stand before me with your jolly and smiling face
And spread the hands
I hide myself into your breast
Passing the night in maddening gay 
Are you an angel of heaven?
All the sorrows and sufferings turn into a heavenly joy
Never like to turn my head back from this shelter
Please, allow me dear forever and ever
You are the image of my love
I would like to die, of course in this world you build for me.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
04/01//2021


The Sprouting Laughter

That hidden surprising laugher
I remember ever and anon at my rest
With my sisters I talked and laughed in the starry light so loud
The sunny sprouting grass in the rainy season
But within very short getting in touch of the burning chimney 
My heart fully staggered down, tossing in the stormy night
Day by day as the burning wood the heart turned into ashes
While laughing the eyes poured down
Stopped or browbeaten by the vipers
Faltering once and again and faded
What's the use of a ninny?
Now after so many times of rising and setting the sun
I can hear the heavenly laughter of my little daughters
Mingling with the light of the stars
O the world of life and light - the heavenly resort of joy!

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
04/01//2021

Life In Me

A piece of life 
I always carry in me,
it's not difficult 
besides making me slightly broody,
but it's a feathery 
heavy unbearable load
that changes it's the onus 
depending on mood.

Mood like 
Venice's anachronistic 
charm,
or like seasons 
at places closer 
to equator's arm,
varies 
with astonishing recurrence
or just changes 
with unbelievable 
happenstance.

The mood is a significant part 
of my mundane life
which controls my life 
in every felicity and strife
I coaxed and cajoled 
my life to control mood
nothing worthwhile happened, 
never for good.

But then... 
that's life which I carry in me,
A faded memory 
or a blushing smiley,
A wailing 
of heartbreaking grief
and a collage of various moments.
..... very very brief.

Mamadee is a student, youth leader, activist, an entrepreneur, community organizer, a writer and above all a philanthropist residing in Voinjama City, Republic of Liberia. Who captures emotions and loves to paint work like pictures. Writing for him has become an undying passion and hobby. He enjoyed a bilingual emotion- mixed childhood, in a society where everything was lively with daily scenes caught the eye, so well that he writes on many themes. He finds solace in writing what surrounds him, such as the daily scenes from society, both positive and negative. He loves to capture the life of Liberia, Africa and the world at large. Mamadee is currently a student at the Lofa County Community College, reading accounting. His passion for self sustanance in food production led him to volunteer at Agrolite.