22
Feb
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: air, angels, beach, beaches, bells, blog, blogger, blogging, born, breath, breathe, breathing, cape, cove, dance, dancer, dancing, dark, division, dream, dreamer, dreaming, dreams, dust, envy, field, fields, forgotten, frost, grass, green, halls, light, linger, lingering, longing, mingle, numbers, one, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, pollen, resting, shelter, soft, theater, theaters, theatre, theatres, think, thinker, thinking, thoughts, tomb, touch, voice, voices, wall, walls, white, wind, winter, wood, write, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
pollen lingers in the air
like the dust of angels
resting on a field of forgotten numbers
born of long division remainders
in a tomb of winter bells
no longer sounding
we are far from frosted white beaches
far from the capes and coves that shelter
here is where the voices mingle
in the windless halls and old theatres
just outside the walls of braided grass
green with envy
alone in the darkest wood
and breathing…
just breathing
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 2/22/13
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14
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: aloft, amber, beautiful, beauty, beyond, born, brush, buttercream, calling, calm, chalk, cheeks, climb, darkness, downy, drops, english, eye lashes, feelings, frosted, glow, gone, green, hills, horizon, little, melt, memories, mood, movies, narrows, noises, nostalgia, nothing, outside, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, rain, remember, run, secrets, shadows, shatter, shimmering, sidewalk, silly, smoke, soft, softly, sparrows, streams, tones, voices, whispy, words. Leave a comment
little drops of honest smoke
pitter patter the chalky sidewalk
and little words
like whispy voices
shatter the calm
thoughts melt like buttercream
on frosted eye lashes shimmering
and little tears
like downy streams
run ever softly
from hills and narrows
green with english rain
soft cheeks brush
outside beyond the calling
and little tones
make little noises
that stretch beyond the horizon
and so remember…
when there is nothing
shadows glow in amber darkness
like beautiful secrets born
they climb aloft
like silly sparrows
and then they’re gone
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/13/12
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