Tag: #Freeverse

this blade of grass

holds the key to life

you say, “i”

i say, “me”

we say, “thee”

this blade of grass

is key.

this blade of grass

a sword that slices,

crevasses the earth,

a canyon, a kingdom

a crevice to pass

the key to life

lives in this grass.

machete sharp

and willow reed

the green, the earth,

the seed, like pomegranates 

limbs of ruby red gems,

stalactite lungs bellow

and breathe,

this blade of grass

is key.

genuflecting blades

of viridian green

swaying gentle

en masse 

in the morning breeze,

the key to life 

lives in this grass.

this blade of grass

you cut, i grow

we walk atop

we do not know 

the key to life exists below.

this blade

this steeple

this spire that towers,

the daily gazette

and green grasses bent,

they shoot at the stars 

with arrowed blades

the key to life exist 

in spades.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 11/3/21

Photo by Matthias Cooper from Pexels

Desperation is the energy you choose

to live your life to its near-fullest

I see right through the bullshit 

lies you tell yourself everyday

when the moment to turn inward 

becomes a knife stabbing at you, 

slashing your throat,

I see you reach for the only play-book 

you carry, a formula you crafted years ago, 

a formula of desperation, reaching outward 

for recognition, validation, 

it begs at you to release it. 

What seethes in you, bites you and 

you deflate into a plastic bag, 

flaccid, loose, flapping, 

pleading for attention

to be seen, to be heard, to be filled, 

to be loved, ugh! 

It’s diseasing your mind! 

Infest your heart with courage 

to reach beyond the baggage, 

load-up on silence

and release into the wind! 

Fill-up with a heart full and solid 

in courage, to see 

beyond the formula you crafted 

of desperation and disparage.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Sergey Vinogradov on Unsplash

The moon

A bone 

A gash

A dry riverbed

It’s inconsequential

They say

Here to

There to

Where to

No too 

No two are the same

They say

Grass 

Fever

Sleep 

The day away

Forever and a day

They say

Wind

Hot

Sun

Parched bare naked death!

It’s inconsequential

They say.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 10/16/21

Photo by Jorge Flores on Unsplash

somewhere in this

disassembled moment

I forget

how the sun rises

and how the moon 

swaddles the night

just so

holding it

in its swooning 

embryonic gaze

frozen in 

a new lunar phase

I admit

I was lost by 

the assemblage

of the greats

nomadic Gods

with no doubt 

and little room left

to wander in regret

I forget how 

the day begins

and then ends 

with the light 

of great minds 

with tiny thoughts.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Liam Bolduc from Pexels