Posts Tagged ‘writing’
14
Apr
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogging, corona virus, corona virus poem, corona virus poetry, coronavirus, coronavirus poem, coronavirus poetry, covid-19, covid-19 poem, covid-19 poetry, family, home, pandemic, poems, poetry, sun, writing. 1 comment
sheltered in place
our carbon sequestered
on the horizon
a daylight moon
she calls to me
from her now dark acre
along the steep hillside
this star-flung holler
a string of lanterns
nine in the yard
the green lights are racing
for the governor’s charge
we have the sun
and we have our cells
a halo around them
strewn with nails
the cars are fewer
and the questions more
we wait without silence
as never before
she calls to me
from her now white spire
alone in her resemblance
her toes on the wire
a row of beds
nine in the ward
a halo above them
cascading light
a future remembered
for the past clouds our sight
i will walk with her surely
in the cold morning light
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 4/14/20
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25
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: baroque, barriers, bees, consciousness, dreams, eternity, forever, harpsichord, honey, lost, metronome, mystique, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, senses, sight, sound, vision, walls, wander, wonder, writer, writing. Leave a comment
i wonder what the sounds of time have seen
as they crawled over ridge tops
down towards those ravines
like orchards they have sprung
and from their branches came leaves
such a fruitful mystique
a harpsichord drama
a baroque woman’s dream
they were dressed in the harshness
that of storms, that of steam
but now they are gone
like bees from a hive
for i only see the shadows
of their honey-whispered teams
a metronome, i must now become
the keeper of time
a brush on the drum
i will call from this window
over mountains and miles
i will tear down those walls
and reveal those sweet smiles
for i am the sound
and the sights i have seen
i am the one that wanders
forever lost,
in this dream…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari
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26
Nov
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: carvings, discovery, dreams, evenings, fall, leaves, lost, mornings, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, poets blog, prayer, prayers, prisons, stars, totem, totems, whispers, writer, writers blog, writing, writing poetry. Leave a comment
our doors lie open wounded
driven like the dust of papered worlds
a brilliantly tattered totem
so ornately carved in whispers
and on the tips of tongues
upon the tops of pillars
they are but simple prayers
flowing from our lips like vapor
such evidence as we have found
for it was written in the stars
and printed in the papers
it was pressed below our tables
in the hands of mystics and soothsayers
like prisons we possessed them
we trapped their sweetness between layers
and here alone we travel
to our backyard garden swings
the air of smoke so thick and full of dreams
with our hands we try to catch them
so we may discover what remains
but as we hold them in our lungs
they shall take our only breath
for they are faster and they savor
those simple songs that dance in shadow
like broken leaves along the ground
sweetly rustling in the evening
and when our mornings come
we expect to capture them once more
but forever we have lost them
and never again shall they be found
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/26/14
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1
Oct
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, bloggers, blogging, love, poem, poems, poetry, poetry blog, poets, wishes, writer, writing. Leave a comment
the fires burn in differing forms
onto the lips of mouths
the madeleines are warm
cigar box guitars are singing
whilst the lines are forming
and all those gentle butterfly windstorms are coming
the red eyed tides are rising
our mirrors indicate a reflection shining
and slowly, ever so slowly, we breathe…
just the smallest taste of air
born from the foamy essence of wishes
a collaboration in this hour of tenderness
four arms wrapped and visionless
and so shall we see
for as it was, and may never be
sliding from shore to shore
like so many suns arising
their shores so forlornly salted
but i am still wishing
and while these wishes i have
they come indifferent and torn
there is but one thing in common
in the sight of love they were born
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 9/30/14
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24
Jul
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: amazement, birds, eyes, fire, flight, glitter, gold, land, memories, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets blog, sky, thoughts, troubled, troubles, writer, writers blog, writing. Leave a comment
little swallow
on your lofty perch
what do you see up there so high
twittering away on the evening sky
is it the stars so bathed in light
or the people
with their hopes and dreams and fears
i wonder what you find amazing
would it be the glitter and the gold
or just the simple cobblestones
and the way they define our paths
where do you go in our darkest hours
when we need your whispered song
oh how it rings in troubled silence
like prayers so layered in the dust
alone on the windswept plain
the wagon spinning wheels
they turn me round and over
ever to your thoughts
and if just
for one simple, quiet moment
i could be your iris wide
i would take in all your memories
with folded wings along my side
striking out the distance
to quench the fires of my strife
and be a simple creature
warmed by swollen thermals in the night
i would love you for this honor
to look out from your eyes
and we would be friends as such forever
one of land and one of sky
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/24/14
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25
Jun
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: childhood, dreams, georgia, home, ocean, poem, poem blog, poems, poems blog, poet, poet blog, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets blog, sea, sky, sun, vacation, write, writer, writers blog, writing. Leave a comment
red ant fires smolder in the georgia dust
and the droning sound of pollinators
it trickles through the air
like summer balloons on an evening sky
the old orchards have fallen to decay
the fruit is bitter and flush with the taste of sin
there are gravestones that stretch in glimmering white
so plainly beautiful and bursting with emotion
it all unfolds like a dreamscape
childhood vacations etched in memory
and all along the coast
among the grass and swaying palms
the sand is built of castles
we are kings upon our thrones
but the sodden wheels of time
they have drenched our dreaming wheels
for now we talk when once we tumbled
and pray when once we slept
we have been cast out from our ocean
our toes beneath the foam
and we wonder why this happened
how we came to know this home
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/25/14
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9
Mar
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, frontier ruckus, living room tour, louisville, music, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets blog, writer, writing. Leave a comment
black rivers flow
under white skies that shimmer and glow
the ground under foot
so soft from the melt of snow
and the pilgrims that come
are hidden in a place of shadows
with their wide brimmed hats
and their buckles of brass
but that now seems
as it were centuries ago
for here we are just now
bound to the present as it were
in small living rooms
where the sound of music grows
among a mix of young strangers
they are all dressed just right
and the sound of the banjo
it trickles and screams
while it lives among voices
and sleepy beer-soaked dreams
oh how it slips
through windows untidy
living on the air
in the wind
and driven so slightly
carried on the smiles of such faces
with their eyes open widely
as they step past the doorways
alone and together
into the night that breathes wildly
and know this for surely
they will come once again
for such songs are a bribery
filling our souls to the edge
and as we peer over
from this porch-wide lofty perch
it’s those songs we’ll remember
we will take them to our homes
and when those frontiers full of sadness
they ache our weary bones
we will sing out from our windows
to those ears in distant homes
for when we have such music
we shall never be alone
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 3/9/14
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22
Jan
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, peotry blogging, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, write, writer, writing. 2 comments
we are floating on fiery seas
in search of those lonely ice-thrown shores
for we know what lies beneath the tufted snow
there are dreams that rest in the buried ground
and little green whispers that filter through
like strands of living grass that kiss the sky
what soft, warm light will come
when homes and hearts find this willing space
so spin your praying wheels
and carry your colored flags to mountains on high
travel to the ends of the earth
searching for that tender resting place
and when that wondrous day comes
when water and light form such perfect shadows
you will be there in the darkness
that lovely hour known
watching coals that barely glow
and when the sun comes to rising
you will step out from the door
gazing at the distance
on this land you call your own
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/22/14
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31
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: blog, blogger, blogging, love, midnight, new year's, new year's eve, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, writer, writing. Leave a comment
those that lived before us
they were born of dust
scraped from high chilean peaks
warmed by the temple sun
and washed by the mountain ice
they spoke in prayers
carried by the wind for a thousand years
and from their souls came wisdom
brilliant-white and pure
how has this history found us
like a dark coffee fog swelling in the distance
waiting in the stillness
for such a time that finds us all
wasted in our revelry
just so many hours far removed
here among the quickening lights
what lies behind those ancient eyes
those flecks of circled glass
piercing stony hearts
our deepest wishes known
and in those new year’s old
when love was soft and warm
did they dream of us in our future
i think not so much perhaps
rather do i imagine
when the moon rang out at midnight
they pulled close the one’s they cherished
and held them breathless-tight
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/31/13
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21
Dec
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: poem, poem blog, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poetry writer, poets, writer, writing. Leave a comment
on the road
and in the ridges
where rain crackles on windshields wide
the dreams of youth form wicked ideas
they are wild and numerous
and they stretch
all in a breath
from sea to shining sea
how are those golden maps
those spinning compass needles
like four corners in the hot new mexican dust
all the fusion and the willful frustrations
all the winters and their warm summer cousins
just a small, delightful sip of wonder
tinged with a taste of pine and smoke
on our beds
and out the windows
a conspiracy of whispers
that so swiftly wander
all through the light
from the deepest wood to the highest mountain top
where are they now?
those slender wristed girls
like magic on a bedroom stage
and all their curls
in their skin so porcelain
just the only thing
simply… the purest thing
that we ever really wanted
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari
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