it is quiet
blissfully calm
as I offer my thanks
for the bounty of blessings
that fill my life
a week of good people
good happenings
food on the table
money in the bank
health and wellness
hearts that care
yes
I think
I am truly blessed
and I wonder
does God care if I get out of bed today?
tio stib
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my cane bumped into him on the sidewalk
stopped by stuff that had fallen from his little train
the wagons of belongings he pulled behind
we’d met before
crossing paths as we wandered unseen
unnoticed
through our silent town
and here he was again
the mutterings
the smell of tobacco and ragged clothes
good morning, I said
as he scurried to tidy up
mumbling a response
making room for me to pass
I walked by
wondering
about two solitary men
homeless in our different ways
tio stib
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there were times
moments walking down my road
times I felt the grace of God
a smile that called me out to play
a word that brightened up my day
a secret kiss
romance’s bliss
unexpected thoughtfulness
a voice divine
a view sublime
a dream of peace for all mankind
lying warm
in life’s winter sun
I know
there were times
when I was dearly loved
tio stib
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there are days with voices harsh tempers shattered patience frayed there are days when I find peace in the blanket of grays days when I find solace in the comfort of clouds
tio stib
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I woke with an aching soul
a yearning to be free
away, apart, alone again
just wildness and me
humanness had left me dumb
senses dulled, spirit numb
and then I heard the ancient call
smiled
walked out
and left it all
rambling down an empty road
I crossed the last frontier
and stood once more in wilderness
and heard my heart beat
here
here
here
tio stib
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as I walk the mourning streets alone
holding the hand that isn’t there
her memory calls to me
my love teacher
smile!
life is a precious gift
delight in the wonder of each new day
embrace the sun’s warm touch
dance with moon shadows
drown yourself in the pleasures of flowers
play with children
laugh with babies
love
love
simply love
you will always be my valentine
tio stib
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flowers fallen
songbirds gone
frozen toes
the door no longer open
to breathe the morning air
shorts and t-shirt changed
for jacket and cap
shoes for sandals
daily rambles become urgent
fast paced walks
blue skies buried
by marching clouds
dark wetness
pouring down
winter is creeping
cold
into my heart
huddling
in the long night
wrapped in the warmth of memories
my soul shudders
seeds lie dormant
dreams unborn
and I hope for Spring
tio stib
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cold, naked, hard,
it shrieks
piercing down the empty streets
the wind beats on every door
you can hide from death no more
the restless souls stir in their beds
haunted by an ancient dread
the walls cannot keep out the fear
the truth that fate is always near
far beyond where wrong knows right
the sun peeks past the edge of night
and streaking ‘cross the stage of day
light calls to life
come out
come play
tio stib
2015, 2021
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One of the joys of blogging is connecting with other bloggers and it is a special pleasure to connect with those whose words resonate in deeper ways. Rajani RadhaKrishnan is a poet from Bangalore, India whose writing strikes such a chord.
First, although I enjoy poetry in many of its forms, I make no pretense of being any sort of authority on the subject. I simply know what I like. I came across Rajani’s work as I searched WordPress for other world views I could relate to. Rajani’s poetry of intimate immediacy and alluring metaphors, captivated me. In part, this is because the intricate complexities of her Indian culture push me to stretch my mental horizons. In part because the subjects she writes about are universal, simply one poet’s view of a different side of the same life mountain we all struggle to climb.
Rajani’s poetry is richly colored, sublimely sensual, and always thought provoking. Here is a passage from her recent chapbook, “The Night is My Mirror.”
Things that may not end
The unfinished poem is my safe place. The map I was
given had no home or river or road — just a cloud-masked
sky hiding stars in frenzied kinesis. Whoever said it was all
about the journey, did not frame love as a destination. Or
as a beginning. But an incomplete poem neither travels nor
waits. Its flaws are not bound by linear time or karmic
causality. The final words will come in random sequence,
one unremarkable morning between the mundane and the
rain. The poem-to-be is the circumference of hope, hope that
the rainbow is the impulsive confession of the wettest light.
-Rajani Radhakrishnan 2020
You can enjoy Rajani’s poetry and find her books on her WordPress website, “ThotPurge, Incomplete Thoughts” – https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/
tio stib
what pulls us back to life each day
is it duty
a job to do
commitments
responsibilities
or is there something more
something beyond routine
beyond the mundane
beyond “just another day”
beyond “should”
beyond “have to”
what is it that gets us up in spite
of stormy thoughts
in spite of
frenzied fears
clouds of tears that drown the sun
tragic memories that drag us down
struggling to assure my mind
a new day will be better
I can only answer for myself
somehow
something
will make the effort of living worthwhile
in this purgatory moment
it is hope that feeds my hungry heart
it is hope that soothes my aching soul
it is my hope
that love will show the way
tio stib
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