Poetry

“The Message She Cannot Send”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Poetry

“The Message She Cannot Send”

She misses him, but fear holds her fingers still;
She is afraid that one simple message could end in silence,
or worse, rejection.

She misses his soft touch,
the electric spark of his kisses,
his hand gently moves through her body
yet she trembles at the thought
that feeling them again would set her heart on fire
in ways she isn’t sure she could survive.

She wants him back;
her heart reaches for him,
calling his name in the quiet moments,
but her mind is a maze
of doubts
and shadows.

Still, she desires him.
She wants to see him,
to feel his presence close to hers,
to spend time with him
and remember what it was like
when love felt simple,
and safe,
and theirs.

“Steps Beside You”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Poetry

“Steps Beside You”

When night drifts over us, I carry a smile to you in the quiet of your dreams.
You asked for a kiss,
and I placed it softly on your lips as your eyes closed.

You said you wanted to hear “I love you,”
so I drew you close and whispered it gently in your ear.
You asked me to hold your hand,
and I invited you to walk beside me, step for step.

You asked me to sketch your portrait,
and I painted our future together in colors only our hearts could see.
You wished for rest, for escape, for wonder,
so I swept you away to the City of Light, where every moment shone with us.

You crave peace, joy, and love,
and in me, your life finds its meaning, its fullness, its home.
And when the night folds us close,
I lose myself in the heat of you, and you in me.

Naomi Shihab Nye On Kindness

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Naomi Shihab Nye

“Kindness”

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

source:https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/kindness