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Coffee Break

Do you summon my image in that steaming cup of coffee? Do you remember me as a time of the day or as a street we used to walk through- hand in hand? Do you hearken back to our youth... Continue Reading →

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A Dying Earth

A poem is a land with oceans and shores looking up at swelling moons and shrinking suns that live in cloud-choked skies that spend their days and nights stretching over a dying earth ©Vivian Zems Real Toads- Tuesday Platform

The Nature Of Water

If water had a shape would it be as calm as a lake or possess the muscles of the ocean? If water had a voice would it gurgle with glee or roar as it cascades off rocks? If water had... Continue Reading →

Bearers of Silence

Beware the bearers of silence for they are showing  you a strength in carrying weighted words Words- nestled in a voiceless box that rearrange themselves but are in no hurry to be released Words that lie in a languid stupor... Continue Reading →

Greatness

Our minds tell us to stay where we are ..not to rock the boat to ignore that mountain but there’s the other half of it ...words we hear only in the darkroom telling us to detest mediocrity to embrace and... Continue Reading →

A Perfect Storm

An excerpt from my upcoming poetry chapbook Smiles Under Pillows -(due out at the end of this month) This poem is taken from the 'Sad Smiles' chapter and I thought this image, "Emperor of the dawn" by Quincy Washington , apt to describe... Continue Reading →

A Walk in the Park

Pain is part of life. It’s a necessary evil- helping us grow in wisdom and strength. How often do we wish to avoid difficulties- wrapping them in cotton wool or avoiding them altogether? This poem is a reflection of such... Continue Reading →

Still Moon

A single moon remains still as the day tries to undo the night and the night tries to lift the ocean while the ocean beats the rocks and the rocks skewer the earth who tries to hold herself together ©Vivian... Continue Reading →

Where Did ‘Good’ Go?

I only have to pick any news snippet nowadays to read an article that makes my blood boil. It sometimes seems as though the world has lost its head! Here's a cherita poem to reflect my thoughts: When the aroma... Continue Reading →

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