Timaima

…on the art of expression

Archive for Poetry

Poem: Here and Now

Sometimes when I write poetry on a whim – the half-hewn composition is thrown into a holding folder where it marinates ..before and at some point is eventually edited, polished and considerered a final draft. I was going through the folder and found this – which didn’t seem to need much tweaking..

Here and Now

The wonder
of walking up
to a tree
Picking its fruit
devouring
its succulence
..as its nectar
becomes Sense’s
elixir

A potion
fanned
with winds
of knowledge
becomes flames
of wisdom
Rise and reaching
into awareness:
The Universe
is nestled
in the palm
of my hands..

With this..
I raise arms
turn in a circle
Lift eyes
to the sky
See my heart
in the stars
Feel its beat
in the wind
Hear its song
in the throng
..of an elevated
Vibration

Mind’s power
opens
infinite doors
into its imagination
Takes us on a trip
to far away places
seeks
the undefinable
and embraces
the unexplained..

But, it is..
..right here
..right now
I look around
See a beauty
Feel an abundance
Hear a song
Sense an amazement
..and understand

Heaven
is right here
..right now
On Earth..
Where I am.

©Timaima JMY

Note: ..one day I will write about what inspired this poem — it’s actually contrasting to its context and incorrigibly funny!

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Poem: Love and Pain, the beauty of…

It’s always a treat to unexpectedly find my old poems  …can’t remember exactly what inspired this …probably had much to do with self-explained title (..or as in usual observation of something/ someone?)

Love and Pain, the beauty of…

Like hands
that gently
caress
a Heart
Love’s
stealth

like power
can entice
the possibilities
of discovering
sorrow
for Pain

..those same hands
can invoke
when it tightens
its grip
and squeezes
Love’s
innocent
and yet so
receptive Power
to
Experience
and
Discover

©Timaima JMY

Poem: Spring Key

It should be illegal to be so busy.  I have to unwillingly admit to not paying my Poetry or Blogs the attention they deserve …but by some coronation of creative-cosmic dusting …I managed to miraculously whip up ‘Spring Key’.  So, before I begin posting anything about Summer ….I wanted to pay homage to one of my better Spring creations.

Spring Key

Of Spring

A scented wind
blows in the season
A revelation
of sweet and soft
Changes
Peel off
like rose petals
Surrendering
to the breezes
A sensory treat
on skin
of warm whispers
at the ear
Mixed
with melodic humm
Churning
like slow roll
of thick honey
Whose amber glisten
Burst
as  tiny beads
of golden sucre
on  Tongue’s bed
A gentle treading
A tormenting teasing
As branches
of leaves
Captured
in Wind’s
swaying embrace
Locked
in Dance’s fervor
Begging
for Release
An offering
to gain Peace
As  a wafting
of a sound
Sweeps in
to coarse
an infection
of Play
A tingling
An excitement
gives way
to Disarmament
As the spreading
of Wings
Arms
turns a Key
to receive
The Season.

Copyright Timaima JMY