Time
The monotonous beat, beat, the pulse to my feet
and I dance ...
Clear head now, don't need to think
let go, memories haunt me
Darkness around, yes, I closed the door
Left the light on outside
oh, I needed that safeguard
I fell, but restrained, emotions are claimed
through my veins, my head
my feet, my toes, and it rains
Soaking
But I focus on the beat, now
you on no street, but holding
a hand I know might just burn
any time
Decisions
The light dims from your existence;
the one, you danced with for many years.
The floor-board holds the imprint of your heel
A biography that is now cataloged at the back of your mind
now clouded by existential folly
Your shoes may break and your feet may bleed
but your flesh and mind will live
and all of your existence is yours alone
Jane Chakravarthy, visual artist and poet. Jane's work is an exploration of her inner consciousness, creating her work is spiritual/emotional catharsis for her. She likes music, reading and vegan carrot cake. Jane's poetry has or will appear in the Divine Revolution, The Luciole Press, and The Wilderness House Literary Review, Zygote in my coffee. She is the author of Love, its Wrath and Others, a collection of poetry and artwork now available on Kindle. |
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