Like following Hansel’s bread crumbs,
Picking one at a time,
Is what it was like for him
To choose the right words
To confess his love
For her.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â Ange-L-ove
All That Remains.
Naturally,
Darkness reflects greed
By taking the biggest slice,
All that remains?
A crescent moon.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â FramedByNature
The Signs.
Move aside
When the clouds gather,
And drops show signs
Of an imminent shower;
Prepare,
For nature’s stampede.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Art by:Â fear-sAs
Peace (Original-Dante & ForgottenMeadows)
Neha from ForgottenMeadows and I have decided to do a collective of collaborations each month, for the next five months. This collaboration is the fourth of five, and our title this time around was Peace. If you’re interested in reading our previous collaborations in this project, you can find them in the following links:
If you haven’t checked out Neha’s blog already I suggest you do,
like now! She graces WordPress with poetry for the soul, check her out, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Here’s a link to her blog ForgottenMeadows .
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My section is in this colour
Neha’s section is in this colour
A medium
That best magnifies
A piece of my mind
To give me peace of mind,
Hand me the pen
And cue the white dove,
No pre-determined formula
Nor appraisal for the zen
We search for everyday.
But when luck has it
And light seeps
From this vessel,
The result of being
An advocate for light,
Touching souls
On being able to relate,
On ups and downs;
No greater euphoria.
When all is said and done
Granting peace to others
Far supersedes
My endless search
For inner peace.
Peace was born
in the eye of the storm
when time stood still
Peace was held
without expectations, without condemnations
without the dollar bill
Peace was yours
Peace was mine
Peace was free
Peace was found in quiet contemplations
in heart’s whispers
amidst the silence of trees
I searched for peace
in nature’s soul
to be whole
to find me.
– Original-Dante & ForgottenMeadows ©2016
Beauty.
Before I saw her,
I never knew
What amazing is.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â SortvindÂ
Escape.
To realize
He had a mind
Of his own, from her pocket
He had to escape.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â Destroth
The Platform (Part 2)
At what cost
Did the angelic voice surface?
Sieve the countless hours
Of studio presence and pitch perfection,
And all that remains,
Is solitude.
Friends, lover, all vacant
On board her vessel of success;
She would always ask herself
If it was all worth it,
Leaving a part of herself
To become someone else.
Compensation:
Her music unveiling
An untold yet cryptic story
Of those she left and still loves;
Hoping it gave them consolation.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Art by:Â tomatomatomato
Welcome Sounds.
In isolation
I embrace the sound
Of silence.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â Miguel-Santos
In her Presence.
In a world
Where being in touch
With your dark side
Is deemed appropriate,
Her presence is a blessing,
Her presence is all I need,
To tap into the goodness
Of a heart predisposed
To bearing the unbearable
Pain of grudges.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â chevyhax
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