Encounters

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Choice

I did not choose to be here, did I?

Growing up into my person, was a delight

Because I was worked on, kneaded by and by

In opposition yet proximate were fiction, poetry and fright

My encounters spill over

Loss

I have traveled journeys, not just of places

Embodied within me are bonfire embers, me a

Fascinating stew pot of corners and crevices

Your loss permeated through all my September’s

My encounters spill over

Invitations

I was extended an invitation by the world, permission to go deep

Yet extend broad such that my life radiated across miles

Strangers who cocooned me with lullabies of care and keep

Friends who beckoned my stumbling feet through miles and miles

My encounters spill over

Kinship

I was by definition a compliant first born, embracing

The privilege of my father’s sustained friendship

Guided by my mother’s diaphanous afternoon’s spent lacing

To know their best parts, carrying an advantage bias of kinship

My encounters spill over

Dwellings

I witnessed new dwellings, a continued transition

Anticipation to many conversations, curious and traditional

Meditating on peculiar voices, tracing abundance into ambition

Leaning in such that physical effort was in defiance of the subliminal

My encounters spill over

Being

I am of there, here, of them, others, of then and now

My heart beating in lament for distance and what is not

My mind a chess board of contemplation disrupted by that snowplow

My life perpetual, a continued unraveling of fisherman knots

My encounters spill over

My encounters spill over

 

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NaPoWriMo 2019

origins of self,emotions

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

2 thoughts on “Encounters

  1. In opposition yet proximate and physical efforts in defiance of subliminal perhaphs convey the schism between professional practioner and the emotional
    writer .
    But this dichotomy has not advesly affected the acievements of either side of
    the personality An interesting Blending
    With the passage of time both traits are evolving
    Wonderful expressions Appreciations
    Papa

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