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

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

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

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)

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)

Leaking, Pouring Down the Whole – Poetry

I have become the drip drip of ink

Grim, shiny

Pleasing only to things grasping in the noir rub rub smear

Becoming a former model of itself

To encounter the deep devoid of any wish or desire

Just a new hastening to mere darkness

And if this snake was a ring it only naws at it’s own tail and ass

Going about it’s daily and eternal task

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