Poems

Poems are my favorite means of expression, and I have worked through tremendous amounts of trauma while writing them. I still use them today for working through feelings that may be difficult. They are all poetic expressions and are not necessarily literal. I like readers to take whatever meaning they may need at the time. Here are a few of my recent poems. I’ll always be posting new ones because I write them continuously.
 

With love, 

Navasi

POEMS

In solitary
moments
working manifestations
into a
crucible
twisting the present
tense
enduring what
seems a burden
blockades
become bridges
crossed
and looking back
reminders
of all the ways
we define ourselves
in falsity
or truth
because reality
really
cannot be
will not be
identified
with simple
terms
and stretched
definitions.
 

Navasi 4/8/18

On gossamer wings
we sailed
all the blue surrounding
us, I pictured you
there on an a hill
an island surrounded
by the deep blue sea
and I remember
your laughter
circling around me
a protective veil
from worlds we did not
understand. It was you
who said we’d see
the future in our past
and rocket ships were
dreaming while we
spent days shining in
our apple tree
turmoil was held back then
kept from rampaging
our dreams and plans
that sun shining
all my life
until then, that day
when you left
when you were gone
 

Navasi 5/17/18

I in this
crater
at the dawn of
my own
enterprise
celebrating
timeless rituals
rituals of
exclusion
the things that
could be known
but better left
misunderstood
for our own
lack of competence
believing
ourselves faultless
lingering
beside failure
like a pat
on the sleeve
some person
you didn’t know
rather than betray
our own
falsehood
to the world
the trap lies
open
for those kinds
of treason
to linger
unspoken
unsaid
words left over
like clouds of
dust
behind the horses
hoof all we see is
the remainder
of an
imprint

I heard
wisdom
pass through
whispered
softly
through the trees
the wind
the meadows filled
with flowers
I needed peace
peace became
who I was
standing
in stillness
beside moving waters
became the
sound
the rushing brook
trickling
over rocks and ledges
painting
a stillness
in my mind
cloud formations
above
a sky full of
winged creatures
to believe
I am on the
Earth
looking down
a thousand tiny
flowers
purple and green
a carpet at
my feet
and I am wishing
to live among
them
a tiny fairy
perhaps
with a garden
made of moss
and moonbeams

Fear
was standing
stillness and trial
on the walking wall
slanted ever
green
terraces
plains of earth
expertly
cultivated
civilized harmony
each new sprout
from below
dark in the earth
quietude
prevailing
sending forth
first tendrils
to become green
with sunlight
holding within
each breath
marvelous
contemporary
a leaf grows
stretching
deeper down
these roots
tiny fragments
life lived
past this break-through
past this planted
arrangement
of meaning
open to new showers
rain upon my
field
drinking in
first drops
suckling the horizon
empty sky
looking on
as each baby
leaf spreads
finding succor
establishing contact
summarizing
creation

Navasi 6/20/18