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A Realm of Sacred Joy

by Vivi Sojorhn(c)2024

  • Echoes

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST Tall dark ceilings, stone cold floors, empty rooms Are repeating patterns of forgotten lives, liar tombs Read more

  • Without AI We Could Lose It All

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST What wouldn’t have happened if deep learning withdrew,Patterns unseen, as our hopes fade from view. Ecosystems falter, their secrets untold,In a world without insight, the future grows cold. What wouldn’t have happened if data remained blind,No models to guide us, no solutions to find. Soils stripped of their richness, biodiversity lost,Without AI’s Read more

  • Forgiveness in the Garden

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the garden’s stillness,my parents each whisper of forgiveness,My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot The sunflower stands tall,waiting for its moment to bloom,like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands. Amidst the weeds, I pull,each tug a release, a letting go,while seasons shift and faded flowers Read more

  • Real Coffee

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST A cup of coffee in the dawn’s race to day,  It warms my dreaming hands, my eyes catch sun’s first ray. Bitter meets the cream,  A storm brews at the horizon of my soul  Energy’s purpose unleashed. More please. Aromatic waves,  Barista’s art in the paper cup, a lid keeps in a  Read more

  • Where is the Wind

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the Desert The quiet hush trips over grains of sand so slight,But who stole desert’s breath, leaving colder the night? At the South Pole Icebergs groan and crack, where winds usually roam,Who snatched the wild gusts, leaving no foam? On a Sailboat The sails barely billow, the sea’s gentle sigh,Just who Read more

  • Trapped by 60

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In this antique shop, my body stands,  A trap of treasures from bygone lands.  Black Mid-century chairs hung like a bell,  whispers of youth in their fiberglass shell.  Lava lamps glow, casting hynotizing dreams,  Lost in the haze of guitar streams.  Vinyl records spin, their melodies wail,  echoes of life in a Read more

  • My Garden

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In vibrant blooms, my garden brings,  Beauty alive where wildness clings.  Petals dance in harsh winds and flow,  Weeds, too, have circle moves to show.  Lavender whispers, aroma so bright,  In tangled growth, colors feel so right.  Containers, even broken, hug tales, lush and green,  It’s plenty work in every corner, weeds Read more

  • Memory

    SAY THEIR NAMES In the hush that follows, a ghetto looms,  Tradition drips in echoes of pain,  Lives butchered, hopes extinguished,  The weight of a name, a heritage stained. Sacred oil flickers in the dark,  Each spark a memory, a story half told,  Voices celebrate light in the night,  Defiance woven in threads of gold. Read more

  • Peaceful Resignation

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Spring Those first words, the first steps hinting At resignation. Babies growing… Summer Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems. Autumn Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still. WinterAn ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,Mom lets go Read more

  • New Job

    LANDAYS FOR AUGUST The morning sings,with the smell of leaf blowers,and mowers hum near,I wrestle with the sheets,dreams cling like shadows still. The morning hums,with the music of machines,cappuccino brews,I fight through heavy eyelidsdreams fade with each sip. The city calls,with the soundtrack of traffic,weather reports, sirens,I step into the chaos,ready to face the day. Read more