Against Dying by Kaveh Akbar

if the body is just a parable

about the body if breath

is a leash to hold the mind

then staying alive should be

easier than it is most sick

things become dead things

at twenty-four my liver was

already covered in fatty

rot my mother filled a tiny

coffin with picture frames

I spent the year drinking

from test tubes weeping

wherever I went somehow

it happened wellness crept

into me like a roach nibbling

through an eardrum for

a time the half minutes

of fire in my brainstem

made me want to pull out

my spine but even those

have become bearable so

how shall I live now

in the unexpected present

I spent so long in a lover’s

quarrel with my flesh

the peace seems over-

cautious too-polite I say

stop being cold or make

that blue bluer and it does

we speak to each other

in this code where every word

means obey I sit under

a poplar tree with a thermos

of chamomile feeling

useless as an oath against

dying I put a sugar cube

on my tongue and

swallow it like a pill

Have a great day all my darling avidReaders! I know I haven’t released a proper article since last week, my mind’s been kind of all over the place and writing just didn’t come to me. I also don’t want to write just to post weekly and I post something that’s rubbish. I’ve also been busy working on my next book. If you follow me on my socials, you will see I just finished releasing the last chapter of my book “Stranger” on Patreon. I’m now busy with the next one, Idyllic. It’s been very busy over here with work, too.

Coloured Rainbows

Rainbows

Dare to dream of coloured rainbows

and fine “castles in the air” –

and a Sun that shines so brightly

making cloudy days seem rare!

When you aim to find a purpose

then your life becomes worthwhile.

You will dazzle those about you –

when you show your own true style!

Our dreams are not for keeping –

simply borrowed for a while;

to console us in adversity

and teach us how to smile!

Dream again of coloured rainbows

and of bluebirds flying high.

You will overcome the obstacles

once you decide to try!

Have a blessed day all my darling avidReaders🥰😇

The Instinct of Hope

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John Clare

Is there another world for this frail dust
To warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
’Tis nature’s prophesy that such will be,
And everything seems struggling to explain
The close sealed volume of its mystery.
Time wandering onward keeps its usual pace
As seeming anxious of eternity,
To meet that calm and find a resting place.
E’en the small violet feels a future power
And waits each year renewing blooms to bring,
And surely man is no inferior flower
To die unworthy of a second spring?

A poem of hope as we enter Spring finally. 🙂

God bless you all my darling avidReaders and have a great weekend!

Hope; Emily Dickinson

nationalgeographic.com

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Your poem of the day. 🙂

I’ll try and post another article today or tomorrow. I have one I’m dying to share with all of you.

God bless you all, my darling avidReaders 🙂