AS THE WIND BLOWS THE POLLEN
As the wind blows the pollen
The blues and yellows contrasting
Down the field, they have scattered
To their new place for growing
Parting ways from their anchor
Has put me in melancholy
Making me remember
The sad part of my memory
As the wind blows the pollen
I close my eyes and see it again
The blues of the past
I don't know where to begin
All the colors have lost their polish
My heart is in anguish and torn
The flowers lost their fragrance
I wish I was never born
As the wind blows the pollen
From the picture that I am seeing
It gives me a boost and a hope
My heart will not cease praying
If not for the scent of the violets
If not for the yellow of this painting
How it makes the blue more vibrant
My soul would have stopped hoping
As the wind blows the pollen
The yellow can mix with the blue
Parting may have made me broken
But I can rise and be whole too
15:36-15:44, Sunday, 092522
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Deciphering Life
PuisiIn this collection, the author documents her life through writing poems after experiencing a major heartbreak, becoming a single mom, restructuring frayed relationships and reinventing her lost spirituality. Delve into rhythmical lines as she weaves...
