Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Poetic Life

Poetic Life

Poetry, like music, resonates with the heart

It flows within the blood and wells upon the tongue

Poetry, like music, evokes strong response

It holds us for a moment stretched through seamless time

Music, like pure magic, travels on the wind

It dispels despondency and revives almighty hope

Music, like pure magic, permeates our dappled dreams

It frees our fettered thoughts and unites our wailing souls

Magic, like raw life, is in essence all around

It takes us by surprise and shimmers in our eyes

Magic, like raw life, can be found most everywhere

It appears to those who seek and adds flavor to the air

Life, in all its wonder, is poetry unrefined

It inspires us to record its beauty line by line

Life, like magical music, like poetry raw and sweet

It amplifies emotions and bids our hearts to beat

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Putting it All Together

Putting it all Together

A heart fell from my hands, and I couldn’t catch it before it broke

I tried to pick it up again, but it burnt my fingers

And the pieces of it smoldered like red coals

In the end, I gave up and left it in the ashes

I shut my eyes to its despair and ran far away

Like a coward I left it there behind me, beyond me

Like a coward I carried on empty handed

When last I returned in search of it, that wretched old burnt heart, I found its fragments widely scattered and stomped into the dust

So thoroughly it had been crushed in my abandon, that the pieces had grown cold as rock and no longer burned at all

They were heavily damaged, but easy to gather up again

Mere corpses of their former self

At last, I held the broken heart in my hands, and exiled the guilt from my weary shoulders

At last, this heart could begin to heal

At last, I’d returned to take back myself

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The Shadow

The Shadow

Behind the brightest light there remains a shadow

Always reaching for me, gradually tempting me near

I fear it has tainted my thoughts and poisoned my dreams

Often I wake maddened, desperately yearning to be consumed by the flames licking my skin, burning my treacherous heart

I can no longer trust my mouth, for it lies compulsively now

The light has grown dimmer in my eyes, and the shadow is looming, disrupting the world’s balance and tipping the scales of my sanity

It whispers with the voice of temptation; It beckons me further nigh and tears me away from the reality of a life, once recognizable as mine own

Falling through the gaps of my fingers

No longer at all do I see the light, but for the shadow obscuring my view

No longer do I crave the flames, for ever they rage, consuming anew

No longer do I awaken, but revel in the night

Eternal now is the shadow; long forgotten is the light

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad