Namaste

 

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There is something true about the sun,
something honest in the way it rises and sets,
as if it knows we need a little light to guide us,
but also understands that we’re a little dark too

I remember in college,
on those early mornings after nights I couldn’t sleep,
I’d sit on the balcony,
watching the leaves change color
They always seemed so vibrant
in the dawn’s glow

And, in grad school, that night I sat beside you
taking in the city skyline as the day faded away,
orange and pink skies drinking in the moonlight
until only the star-studded black remained

There is a certain peace
in knowing that
I’m never watching the it alone
Somewhere, someone else is captivated,
soul bound to sky
and the sun
and each other

Breath of Words© 10/2/17

photo: J. Spann

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Heartache

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my heart hurts
that our streets are filled
with a quiet sense of dread
I watch hope dying while fears are fed
and people that I thought I knew
just wash their hands and walk away
or buy into the promises made,
the broken oaths
laced with fables and lies,
no evidence of doing what’s just or right

my heart hurts
that our homes are filled
with anger and division and pain,
that we still have to talk about gender and race
because we aren’t all treated the same
and that’s not okay

my heart hurts
for the lost things, lost lives, lost loves,
for the childhood homes washed out to sea,
that all people have left are memories,
and still, some hesitate to help,
too concerned with themselves

my heart hurts
because we continue to pull apart
instead of pushing together

my heart hurts
because we are better than this

we have to be better than this

Breath of Words© 10/3/17

art: Crystal Lake

 

Seekers


we are seekers

of truth,

of passion,

of divine retribution

we find it in the words

that sing within our souls,

create poems that pour out

and make us whole

we are meant to be read,

loved,

devoured

we are untethered beauty,

unchained magic

that only a few

will understand

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National Poetry Day

Ashley Jane© 9/28/17

art by HinnyDesign

Dawn Will Break

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I watched you falling,
no wings to fly,
gravity pulling,
your eyes shut tight,
a monsoon of melancholy
within your somber heart,
secluded away in the quiet

and I just wanted you to know
that you’re never alone

when misty memories
weave inside your mind,
foggy fear and doubt
leaving no way out,
I’ll never leave you behind

let me take your hand,
and together,
we’ll wait
for the dawn to break

Ashley Jane/Breath of Words© 9/11/17

photo by N. Hienan

Preach Peace

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do not open that box child,
the one marked hate,
the one that promises it’ll be ok
there is no love to be found there,
only anger and pain

we’ve gotta find another way

we need to lead with one heart,
not bitter words that incite violence,
or hostility that starts the riots

we have to do what they won’t
and preach tolerance and unity
we want love not war
so bring us healing and equality

our next chapter demands
some kind of revolution,
a day of departure
from the constant persecution

so put down the box child
and find your strength
together, we’ve got to make them believe
in peace

Breath of Words© 8/18/17

art by Banksy

Kenopsia

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it’s eerie,
the sudden hush,
the shadows that slice,
the impossible quiet

her heart was a forest
but it’s been wiped out by fire

and the sun that once shined here
has long been eclipsed
it’s now filled by figments
with loathed looks
and silent lips
and the ghost and ghouls
that haunt this place
know nothing of forgiveness

so there is only emptiness
where love used to bloom,
her beating heart
now an aching tomb

Breath of Words © 8/14/17

photo: Tristen Lane

Thicker Than Blood

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we waver between extremes,
wielding words
that cut deep,
aimless angst and blinding hate,
hysteria thrumming inside our veins
(and we like to believe we can change,
but underneath it’s all the same)
and the pain
runs thicker than blood,
our minds deprived
of their softer side
so we lash out against the world
when we feel like falling apart,
using our angry voices
to shield our broken hearts

Breath of Words © 8/10/17

photo: Elizabetta Renosto

Turadh

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she once counted stars,
but she ended up falling
now, she is a sea queen sinking
in her own summer storm,
racing anchors to the bottom
of her mind’s deep ocean
while the lightning rages
and the rain pours

she waits for a break
to undo the ache,
and she hears the clouds part
to whisper your name

you are the space in-between,
the calming reprieve
that she desperately needs,
sharing your lungs with her
so she re-learns
how to breathe

Ashley Jane © 8/8/17

photo by Hannah Isa

As You Are

we threw away expectations

and old memories,

welcomed light and dark

with open arms
we were made of shadows

we were made of stars

(we told them both

to come as they are)
we witnessed the forbidden

and chased the authentic

we wanted peace

we craved the irenic
so we broke the spell,

entwined heaven and hell

with nothing left to conceal,

we took our time to heal
Breath of Words© 8/2/17

Art by Simon Prades

Woman

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you make up rules
and expect her to follow,
but she is most striking
untamed
unfiltered
untethered

you try to hold her back
but, she moves through
the darkest nights
with courage
with power
with faith

you don’t understand her,
the way she shines
even when hope is scarce

you want to control her
…but, she is a woman
who knows her own strength

Breath of Words© 7/30/17

phpto by James Bort