Sequence: My Garden Overflow (Short Story)

Most avoid looking directly into the sun, but I embrace it. Laying on the plush grass making contact with the Beloved while the glare penetrate my every core and seeps into my minds eye. I am wide open to receive it’s code.

“Blessed sun take me where no one else can go, your warmth is unlike any other,” I said while my arms are out stretched, welcoming. “Possess me, Creator, I need to draw strength from your being.” I lay there, arms garnering the unseen forces that come to me, alone on this earth, hugged by only nature.

It came soft and caressed me, entering first from my arms, then the cavity of my chest which made me groan slightly. It was not painful, more so, it was as though I was being filled up, brought to life as though I was a tree, feeding. It flowed down and up within my limb stems and leaves. I lay sighing, short gasps, the oxygen escaping me. “This is love,” I responded.

This original short story, essay is written on the fly and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in February 2022 (C)

RETURN TO THE STARS

Sun star rising in the Scorpio Constellation 

Bright in the lives you touch  

There you are 

Lighting the way 

We behold you in all your glory 

Coming into this time and space 

First, tiny and loved in your parents arms 

You are whole in their brown eyes  

Along the way, you experienced life 

As all humans do, the ultimate reality like a dream 

Growing families, playing the roles we are dealt 

Until the eve of the return  

everything makes sense 

becoming complete  

Great comfort surrounds you 

Spirits lifted  

Becoming  

Once again that opulent, intricate eternal star 

Energy transformation 

Star dust glistening 

You know now, Before us 

The true reality 

What we are truly made of 

Returning to the stars  

Aligned

*My original poem is dedicated to the memorial of my best friend’s brother, Yonni.


This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Inspiration, The fleeting Lover

It hardly ever comes naturally

Occurring like small instances

Sometimes coming from pin pricks

To secrete from human eyes

A tear

Wrecking havoc to tragic

Ponderings to chance

Even as in awe

Or often times induced

From failures

To fears

Mostly no one cares

If you touch one heart

May be two

If luck has it

Success in your grasp

But most likely limited

In a moment suspended in rhyme

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Guilt’s Sacrificial Lamb – Poetry

D

R

I

F

T

Ing

Goes the sacrificial lamb

Away

Gradually

But

Wishing won’t make it last

The Secrets Stands to enter the bloodstream

Turning veins from blue to black

As an invasive substance, poison

Introduced as licorice sweet

Triggering beastly mutations

Provoking the heart to turn inside out

Rue the sweet and succulent sap

Enough to rotten teeth, jagged

Guilt bites

Sizable portions of flesh

Gulping libation without further notion

To exact anguish

Swallowing til creamy sweet liquor

Then render bitter

Introducing instinct

Cautioning to unlatch

Lips laden with vitality

Without consciousness of consequence

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

The Tragic Clown – Poem

I’m sad all the time now

No one to express my wounds

So I bandage myself

Painting an enormous smile

To hide

No matter how hideous the teeth

Behind my grin

My best trick is “The Bouquet”

It’s concealed in my hat

And the crowd Ohs and Ahs

They satisfy me some

But in the end

The great big finale

Will be a permanent one

When at the end of the rope

Dangles my inconsolable heart

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was made/taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Karmacopia

I let the rain in

Just as he said I would

Now my windows are shut

And it’s dark inside

m

e

My lighted day is over swiftly

Before I can blink, all the love was gone

Love, my treasure

Is flickering, I tried to keep some for myself

But the wick crumbled

And I collapsed

In consequence

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All photography was taken by Ms. Gumbs, all rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Love Sounds Like You

*Short poem spells*

Eyes large as full moons

I can see my future in them

They must be gods

Paint me in those tones of light/dark

Capture my crests and flow

Reinforcing immortality

From cravings

Dig and sow

Where you grow trees

With fruit ripe from my buds

Empty your own life-force

Up

Up

Into me

Infinity being

Blooms peak

Ripe with aphrodisia

As your rose colored lips part

Uttering all into creation

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

In Gray Area

Dethroned and abandoned

The loss of heart’s will to warm

To be the only one left to mourn

Without the body

Then left to carry on

As a huge and wounded heart in hands

carefully, carefully

while they display

laugh and play

To then pretend away your existence

Present day

*you aren’t the only one to feel so deeply, Wanderer.*

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

The Unsent Message To Niine – A Short Story

Benevolent One. My Niine, The Crown Upon My Head, and as if I wasn’t clear before, I would say it loudly to your beloved face if I could, as you are profound in your own creation and I yearn for it.

I miss your essence. Your reluctance to say and do sentimental things, listening to you speak about those elements and ideas that excites you and you are so passionate about all of it. I want to be there when life makes you livid and you need to vent and release, without input, just listening…the journey with you, has been an incredible one so far. 

I don’t expect anything from you in this immediate point in time. I just want you to know my thoughts and feelings and that I am very distraught for hurting yours. It doesn’t change how you feel about me in this current time.  So, Beloved, Benevolent One…i am patiently waiting…come home to me.

Many, many moons ago, a friend of mine turned to me and said, “love is…a funny and complicated animal.”

This original Essay/Short Story is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)

Latent Heart Reaction

The conscious effort to avoid

Your gaze

That first time my heart fluttered

For you

Perpetually shy

I speak in soft tones

As you near, I can hear you

And even after years

Since

I’ve known you

My heart still quickens

It still listens for you.

This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in July 2021 (C)