Zeiya ShayPoem #88 There shall be a tomorrow and then a tomorrowI am much too tired of this form, Spilt on chores and doings unknown. How its cut into pieces and distributed to time, Then swiftly put…Mar 8, 2022Mar 8, 2022
Zeiya ShayPoem #87 Dreaming in the morningThe sunlight passes through you, As though you were but a translucent apparition, It glints where your lips are, Laden with delight for…Jan 28, 2022Jan 28, 2022
Zeiya ShayDay #86 A certain kind of loveI am cocooned in your gentleness, I am undone in your gentle ways — It takes a certain kind of love: To let you live in the fragilities…Dec 14, 2021Dec 14, 2021
Zeiya ShayDay #85 A prayer, an answer, a crutchLeaps – big and small – have come to greet my feet, I welcome them with eager, wriggling toes, Extra soft woolen socks, And some devlishly…Dec 13, 2021Dec 13, 2021
Zeiya Shay#Day 84 What we make of our miseryGive me anger — the tantalizing tingling under my tongue, The sudden flash of red as if the Sun has decended upon my eyes, My body…Dec 11, 2021Dec 11, 2021
Zeiya ShayDay #83 O, the summers of my lifeI remember when the sun rose as if it wanted to take a stroll across the sky, I remember when the moon waned every night like a shy little…Dec 10, 2021Dec 10, 2021
Zeiya ShayDay #82 In the unmoving weight of winterI dread the slow crawl of the night, The inking of sky with dark hues, The quietness in which my breath booms, And time’s hands which make…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
Zeiya ShayDay #81 BloodThe broth of life runs through my veins, A restless brook of divine lands, An identity residing in droplets, Crimson with rage and life…Nov 24, 2021Nov 24, 2021
Zeiya ShayDay #80 The gravest of sins and how to purge ourselves from itI lament another day that passes by unlived, There is grief in failing to greet the sky, as one wishes to. I think of all the flowers…Nov 22, 2021Nov 22, 2021
