The matter of money

For those with less of it

In the matter of money

There is a wide chasm

Between the head and the heart

Difficult to bridge

By logic

Heart wins at a cost

Of pockets lightened

As the pocket gets lighter

Heart gets heavier

And head weeps lonely

Everything is not fair

In the matter of money

A cover beautiful

Fell for the cover

Ignoring the perils

That may hide inside

Aware that beauty skin deep

Once withered

May reveal a hideous heart

Or a seed of hope nurtured

Waits

Uncertainties perilous , or

Exhilaration unbound


Featured image by author, 9-6-2019

Home — Jane Dougherty Writes

This started as a comment I made to Jane’s poem today morning to which she responded immediately with a beautiful follow up and I responded back instantly.  As people say, the rest is history.  

 

The Oracle suggested the first section of this poem which became a collaborative poem when Pranab (in bold) chimed in. Why ask where home lies? Look out on the night ocean, listen to its wings beating, see how green morning wakes, slow and soft as peace falling, stars wheeling, in the vast silence of […]

via Home — Jane Dougherty Writes

Flames of Desire

When the shine of first bloom of youth melts away

Bees buzzing around for a drink from the fountain fly away

Eyes searching the blue skies for mates yonder becomes earth bound

Graceful swan neck bends down weighed by age and can’t look up

Look no further to rest your head and soothe your bruised ego

For I am that lover whose bed is built on feathers of eternal hope

Breathing life in wilted petals dried between the pages of book of love

An youth spent on waiting for one glance, one little smile

Because my love, even aged, you are that celestial jewel who

Still carry the fire to lit the flames of desire in an old heart

 

A little humor

My aching waist is complaining

Desire to spend a life time with you

Is being confined within the four walls

Upkeep of which is slowly throttling my will

The aching heart is no match

For the constant reminder

Of the pain from areas I did not know exist

A clean floor reflects my sweaty face

As I ensure that it does not drop

And ruin a beautiful day

I don’t know what I am talking about

As the sunny day outside

Mocks my darkened face

A little humor maybe

To uplift my sagging spirit

As I contemplate the sun will set

Before I call it a day

 

 

 

 

What is Love

Do you love me?
And I say yes,

What do I mean?
What is love?

Is love the longing I feel
When you are away from me
Or is it the anxiety I feel
When I do not hear from you

Is it the ache in my heart
To see you unhappy
And not speaking to me
Is it the racing heartbeat
Waiting for you to emerge
From  the arrival gate, or
The anxious anticipation of
Meeting you on my return home

Is it what I felt years back
When we first met
Unsure but willing to commit
Is it the fire that used to
Run through me at your sight
But then what about now
When all I want is
A few quiet moment
Just you and me
Alone
Side by side, at peace

I am not sure what it is
All of the above
And a lot more perhaps
I still have butterflies
Just thinking about you

And though I would like
Nothing better than
To hold you in my arms
And just relax
I love more to see you soar free
And reach for the sky, and
Achieve what you want

I will be waiting
With open arms
Always for you
Cause I know
One place
You will always be
In my heart
If that is love
So be it

Never shall I ask
Do you love me
Have my answer already


This completes my poem a day for the month of April 2019 written with the theme of “Love”.