“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”  Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

One winter I ate the sun, it warmed
It warmed the moon dancing with my heart
It calmed the seas that ran in my veins
It drew spring flowers from crusts of ice

I wrote a poem to the sun, to the future
I wrote another to the eons gone by
Still another told of history’s lessons
But it was love kept me anchored
Earthy, and yet not earthbound, love

© 2019, Jamie Dedes

Jamie Dedes. I’m a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I also manage The BeZine and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights and encourages activist poetry.  Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.

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Recent and Upcoming in Digital Publications: Five by Jamie Dedes on The World Literature Blog,  Jamie Dedes, Versifier of Truth, Womawords Literary Press, November 19, How 100,000 Poets Are Fostering Peace, Justice, and Sustainability, YOPP! * The Damask Garden, In a Woman’s Voice, August 11, 2019 / This short story is dedicated to all refugees. That would be one in every 113 people. * Five poems, Spirit of Nature, Opa Anthology of Poetry, 2019 * From the Small Beginning, Entropy Magazine (Enclave, #Final Poems), July 2019 * Over His Morning Coffee, Front Porch Review, July 2019 * Three poems, Our Poetry Archive, September 2019

“Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.”  Lucille Clifton

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  2. Some Thoughts in Response

    Many Winters ago when Summers
    too saw falling snow, spread ice, to
    and fro,
    hiding colored buds so,

    I had closed all chambers of my
    inner soul
    I had blocked the torturous world
    and crept under leaves of amber

    I had moved behind a concrete wall
    and hid myself behind an iron stall
    clouded myself under a pall
    of concentration, dark and cold

    numb, mentally frozen, I
    thought I breathed,as a statue
    emotions of stone made
    heavier my clayey self, but

    Why the lifeless ashes were kindled so?

    Chance flashed the face of love
    empty vastness of space lit up
    celestial harmony played in the
    spheres, a voice called,’

    ‘We created the human being from
    a quintessence of clay’, despair not
    Come out to play-

    Why the lifeless ashes were kindled so?

    O Love’, your
    smile, silent talk, cut deep
    into lifeless fibers, rippling currents in
    fine red unseen blood flow ways ,

    Love, then asked for words on paper
    that slipped through the pen so well
    though world in your life insincere
    and elders who did not give care

    and that time was wasted
    that nations did not prosper, still-
    but someone’s need is greater than mine
    Love for love opens empty hearts to fill

    O Love,you help hearts, soft and tender
    your strength holds the world together
    for sinking clayey ships and vessels,all
    you hold and give the Saviour anchor.

    CopyRight CER 2019 Anjum Wasim Dar

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Thank you!