Nibbling his ear
she heard the cries of the wounded.
Kissing his eyes
she saw the horror of dead bodies.
Sensing his breath
she felt the ache in her heart.
Letting him love her
she melted into the joy of surrender
and the bliss of no longer he and she.
It has to be this way she sighed
stealing away in the starlight
after kissing him with her eyes.
Back in his village
the pain he’ll feel
will blossom with time.
Hers will jostle with the others
to the echo of her boot steps.
Hugging the cold metal of her weapon
watching fireflies flirt with the stars
dancing to the throb of distant gunfire
feeling the passion ebbing in her body…
Did it really happen?
Or was it another dream
like all the others she had killed?
Vigorously upbeat
Flashing panicky and
Overtly audacious
He fidgets
Alone in a room
To a tepid water faucet
Strenuously standing
With his hands out under
Running luke warm water
All along the dresser and nightstand
Lay a-strew empty beer bottles
Disheveled and impure
Lay out old pictures on the floor
And in a suit case sitting open on the bed
His bare feet stood
On the bathroom floor
In a pool of blood
Where he shaves his face
And cuts the butt of his chin off
Dripping down his neck and
His naked shaved chest
He leans over the toilet
And grabs a towel from the rack
He lifts it to his face
In attempt to clean up
The blood soaks through the cotton
And all through the room
The porcelain white tile
Lavish in blackened crimson liquid
Still-life (from the point of view of a cancer patient). by Tatyana Kot
My breasts,
That never breastfed,
Removed.
My uterus-
A vacant harbor of life,-
Is next.
I am
Like a still-life of flesh
Displayed,
But not
Able to sate anyone’s
Hunger.
TK
Those sands of the Moroccan Sahara that you
Walked, you touched, you breathed, have sailed over waves,
Greedy waves, on the Harmattan wind
To cross the Atlantic;
To redden my
Sunsets;
To redden my
Eyes as I walk these cold
Salted sands at Kill Devil Hills;
Sky darkening as I look past the waves
And ask the wind to lift me, to bear me weightless.
Grains of sand flow like water at your feet–
A care-free thought carried across
Impossibility.
Visions fade: this
Sunset,
Cold wind holding
The stars above the waves–
Stopping me from thinking, feeling
Anything but the need to turn away.
I have rummaged through octaves
And skin hues and hair bushels of all sorts
Searching for my profoundly dead ancestors
In women with Emmett’s sunset eyes
And men with Maya’s sandstone-like stature
Not quite unintentionally, barely efficaciously.
Then there was you.
I liked the way your wrists bled of tragedy
And our bodies’ scars wore the same timeline –
The sounds they made when mated as soil and seed,
Singing in like and ecstasy.
His-tory became our story,
Equality enjoined our platforms of persecution,
Preaching on justices that were as real as freedom,
Malcolm, Huey, Sandra, Tamir, Trayvon all wailing
To the verses of our Love-making.
Harping tunes that our hips swayed to,
Taking us left and right and then down 6-ft below.
To the arms of mama and papa and Uncle Ben,
Whistling “Grab you a pardner an’ promenade around” Our hearts…
In the pain of the furnace my body was forged,
Longer than life have I been;
The fury of battle is where I have gorged,
On kidney and liver and spleen;
You think me a trinket so prettily shown,
Yet many’s the life I have claimed;
Parting the sinew and hewing the bone,
My mercy is leaving you maimed;
In hope I was wrought and in anger unsheathed,
Blood flows like wine where I’ve played;
I’m promised to Death and to Chaos bequeathed,
For I am the Devil’s own blade.
Oh thou fool if only you could see the sights I’ve seen,
If only you’d experienced the places I have been;
I rode the Steppes of Russia on the horse of Genghis Khan,
And hacked and slew the peasants on the roads to Kazakhstan. I’ve taken life of woman and I’ve…
Political descent and a historical narrative. The Internment was my attempt to understand how our society is structured and what it truly means to belong to a democratic civilization. someone once said that “Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident that they are acting on their free will” I think this is a powerful statement and quite reflective of the society we live in. We function based on our belief system, creating our decisions and ultimately our experiences on this planet through the scope of what we believe. As people are we simply guided by our hearts, that internal manifestation of our truest self, or is it possible that our choices are largely shaped by the influences about us. Religion, politics, education, health, justice, each is an integral pillar and the media is it’s mouth piece. While I do believe that we belong to incredibly blessed nation, I realize that there is a sort of complacency in our conquest for truth. To evolve one must be willing to explore the that which is uncomfortable, to consider life from every angle. After all it is possible that what we consider “The Truth” may just be a fabricated, if not a one sided version of it.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
It would hope that “The Internment” will not only challenge the reader’s perception of the world around them but cause them to ask the tough questions. To consider both sides of the fence.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
It has been 15 years since I wrote my first poem. I am began when I was 10 years old.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
It really depends on how the word “poet” Is defined. It is true that I love poets such as Sylvia Plath ( Her poem Lady Lazarus is a favorite ) Edna St. Vincent Millay, Joshua Bennett and Alicia Harris. Poetry is simply anything that moves my soul and for that reason I would also consider “India Arie” and “Lauryn Hill” to also be my “Poet” of choice. They conves the truth effortlessly. In fact it was Lauryn Hill’s album “Unplugged” that inspired this poem “the internment” I am also incredibly fond of Audra McDonald. (Might not be a writer, but she certainly knows how to express the emotion of music, much like that of a writer.) It leaves you with a deep sentiment and profound gratitude for the little moments of life.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I am also a spoken word artist. The reverb of the written word against your eardrum, is a completely different experience, than simply reading it on the page. I felt that having someone perform the interment, would add to the power behind these words.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I am a writer in every sense of the word. Verse novels, music scores, song lyrics, fiction, theatrical scripts, Essays. these are some of the things that I enjoy putting down on Paper. My poetry chapbook “Ephemorphosis” was just published by Prolific Press this year.
7) What is your passion in life?
I believe that true poetry comes from artistic and emotional vulnerability, and at the heart of it, should reflect the distinct voices and nuances of the human experience. my passion is to simply reflect this philosophy through my work by producing art that is unbound by the confines of race, gender, or political affiliation
– The theme of the poem is about life. It talks about what we perceive and what the eternal truth could be. It is about how wide and wild can our imagination go.
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Get to know poet Abhishek Jha:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
– The theme of the poem is about life. It talks about what we perceive and what the eternal truth could be. It is about how wide and wild can our imagination go.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
– They could either respond in writing or post videos with their comments.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
– Have started writing about a year back.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
– “Ode to the West Wind” by P.B Shelley
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
– A friend told me to submit since it is a good platform to showcase your piece to the world.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
– I write short stories as well.
7) What is your passion in life?
– Passion in life is to start start my own company and do good for the world.
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