Paper Poetry Poetry Series

Silhouettes My Shadows Don’t Meet

Yeoubi- The sun Shining Through Rain

“You are alive. Feel the air fill your lungs and the sun kiss your cheek. These things are enough and enough is everything”— jh-hard

I don’t see myself in the passing mirror Tracing a silhouette my shadows don’t meet…..

But the mind comes like dawn, Rising from the throes of the bottom, Slow spreading its wings covering the Sky, brushing gold on silver autumn,

….And leaves the way evening passes, Keeping a piece of sunshine next door, Life’s gaze enjoy the distance, in its Coliseum of light-n’-dark, It plays galore,

You hear the words written in the wind, Silence runs in search of letters unwritten, Flowing over water rugged in its rind, Ripples touched and the water sings,

Clouds tell you sky can reach the ground, Still how easy it is to touch heart’s pounds, Night will be as night as waking on the grass, Lullabies tell stories of dews that last,

I stand on the verge, the road starts flowing, Like a river in moonshine glowing, I walk on blocks of water, watermarks some bewitch, My old jeans blue and cold, now stacked in my fridge……

I open my palm ’n let go….. Let go of my being, Even the evening nods, knowing It will meet day in another spring,

Time moves like that lost paper boat, Know the lighthouse knowns to light its goal, So, keep chanting happy, chant happy my soul, Watch happy percolate your heart’s mould — -

Silhouettes of time on my shadow drawn, Yet my mind comes here like the dawn, Fear not.Fear not. O! My soul, You will rise — rise and become whole, Witness the magic of life here unfold

For the sun within will always shine through the veil of timeless pour……

Yeoubi.

My Corner: “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain” — Bob Marley

The little of meter, rhyme, rhythm I have in me owes its origin to my first connect to anything creative — MUSIC. And the last instalment of this poetry series is an ode to the music I grew up listening, still listen and often sing emanating from the connect which was created many suns ago when I touched the first reed of my harmonium, at age 8. The spillover of that in my words, colours or thought is only mere extension of the river of melody that my inside houses like fish that finds home in water.

I take this Opportunity to extend my note of thanks to all poets who graced this series before me. It was an honour writing along side you — James G Brennan/ Penofgold/ Margie Willis/ Jenine "Jeni" Bsharah Baines/ William J Spirdione/ Jim Dutton/ Walter Bowne

Thank you Indubala Kachhawa for this kind invite to Poetry Series in Paper Poetry. Weaving tales around YEOUBI has been an engrossing and enriching experience.

Thank you Carolyn Hastings Suntonu Bhadra and Paper Poetry for this space for creative emancipation.

No gratitude note in complete without extending appreciation to poets/writers who engage and encourage.You light my path- John O'Neill Thief Dr. Fatima Imam Susannah MacKinnie Kimberly Hampton Nilsson Harry Stefanakis Patrick M. Ohana Amanda Laughtland Shameem Anwar Denise Darby Connie Song Yana Bostongirl Divya Goswami Raine Lore Hayden Moore Suma Narayan Anthi Psomiadou Priyanka Srivastava Dr. Preeti Singh Joseph Lieungh Neera Handa Dr Sally A Mortemore Lo Everlasting PseuPending (Seu) Shereen Bingham Sharing Words Gustave Deresse (Witchziggith, M.D.) and the above tagged names. (It took me some effort to dig into my comment box, but I felt it was necessary)

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