Poetry
Ishan For Unsplash+
We Need Love
We need love
When there’s nothing
Left to share.
We need love
When all is
Hardening cement.
We need love
When the night
And the day
Are indistinguishable.
We need love
When our upper lips
Are curling into sneers.
We need love
When canals are
Green sewers.
We need love
When the sea is bitter,
Salty and gray.
We need love
When we’ve dusted
Ourselves off
To the bone.
We need love just before
The temperatures
Take their
Winter plunge.
We need love
When everything we
Love pains us.
We need love
When we have fluttered
To the sea floor.
We need love
On Sunday the 23rd
Of November
At 5:08 pm
In Crete.
Passion Pop
Longing to express.
To be seen to express.
To express like
An entertainer
Blowing a bubble
That slowly swells
To encompass the world.
And may it never pop,
Never pop,
Never pop,
Until it pops.
But perhaps I
Am long gone by then,
And happy to see it pop,
And a multitude
Of other bubbles swelling
And glistening
With rainbow tones.
Always At Home
Shellfish, snails, turtles, tortoises,
Anything with an exoskeleton
(crabs, and lobsters especially).
Animals with warming fur.
Birds with lovely shapely
And waterproof plumage.
Why can I not lay down in
A lush forest setting,
Enswaddled in my own
Self-grown blanket?
How I long to have
A home about me.
To grow my home from within.
To be home wherever I travel.
They may not have a God
Or philosophy, or novels,
Or earbuds, or lineages,
Or funerals,
But they’re always at home.