ISSUE II: Odyssey

POETRY
POETRY
TO
By ARUN PAUL KAPUR
FIND
M E T H E
SUN
By SOPHIA KUNKEL
Find me the sun in the dead of winter,
As the sky blushes an ashy gray
and my thoughts dampen, splinter,
decay.
Find me hope in the middle of a pandemic,
As the world descends into torrential panic
And my mind fractures, dents,
I am purely volcanic.
Find me the sun in the dead of winter,
As the leaves curl under glisteningly dangerous frost—
To be imprisoned in my unceasing worry,
Is this what 2020 costs?
FEEL
By SYLVIA BONILLOS
The moon was gone today. It
left an empty hole in the sky.
Devoid of my bright friend and
the others that pass by. So I let
him in,
just to feel something.
Even if it was his icy hand
holding onto my bleeding heart
By VELIBOR BACO
By VELIBOR BACO
A dialogue with the
E V E N I N G
s t a r
By ROBERT RITTEL
Above the twilight faintest glimmer,
end-summer evening turning to reddish dimmer.
The lonely star of love in dusky shine,
into the ocean of faint and far to prime.
Some sensing of splendor in awe as trail,
soft gleam and tender wonder bale.
I bow my heart in humility,
“Speak to me; I want to know your secret”,
a sweet voices spoke softly in spirit.
“My dear one, you are itself the art of love,
and the art to be beloved whom you adore”.
“Reflections from heaven on to earth,
that turn earthly desires into spirits of faith”.
“That freedom of space is found in the formless,
sparks, glance and dewdrop fortress”.
“Your presence in that immensity of space,
shows me your majestic providence”.
“The dimming of my light only in mourn,
when loving souls are in destinies storm”.
“The opportunity in life becomes a great pity,
when realized a too late reciprocity”.
“Thank you little star of mystic beginning,
and no ends in phenomenon mental spinning”.
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