possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

  • Harsh Wind

    FREEFORM FOR SEPTEMBER In the tinsel of my twilight,  I hear their laughter—echoes of yesterday,  Little feet that once danced in my shadow, until I turned,  Now stride boldly, their own paths to pave.  “Mama,” they say, eyes bright with the sun,  “We’re grown now, we’ve got this—  Your wisdom, though cherished,  Is a breeze… Read more

  • Freedom

    FREEFORM SEPTEMBER Knocking at my door Stands freedom Waiting for me to open and Let myself out. All I have to do is to pack My hopes away in boxes full of Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet Hugs in fluffy towels. Knock-knock. Knocking at my door Stands the truth That… Read more

  • Game$$$

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST Separated from myself, I tap and scroll,Chasing bright pixels, losing control. Coins for a crown, but can’t buy bread,Forgotten dreams fade, my heart feels led. With each glowing screen, I drift further away,Passport in limbo, my future at bay. In this endless quest, I’m lost in the game,A prisoner of choices, but… Read more

  • Absence is presence

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the mutation, your laughter lingers,Revenance of you prickles my skin. Adjustment to your absence is like fabric softener, Does it really do much to change your presence? Read more

  • Waiting for My Life to Start

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In penumbra deep, I count the stars,  Each wish a whimper, drinking in bars.  Waiting to soar on wings of words,  Paper untouched, my pen cuts the cord.  Read more

  • 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