Poetry Blogs (Prose)
An April Sunday brings the snow,
delicately bouncing against the panes of high windows as I watch the dedicated stride towards the Brynmor Jones, strangers to me as I am to you but although we have not met, I feel I know you.
A jam stained solid oak table adorned with scraps of paper, jottings only I could understand reminding me of the perilous homework
often not completed from my school days ...
Saturday 16th May 2020 8:06 pm
I was an adult before I realized that barbed wire is not called Bob War, because that was how my grandfather pronounced it, and he happened to be the person who mentioned it to me most often, as he was the person who would always tell us kids that we needed to help repair the fence. Some concerned neighbour would call to tell him some of the cows were out, and he’d tell us to grab some Bob War and...
Monday 21st May 2018 8:19 pm
It’s been three days since we’ve met and talked again, four years since I grew fonder of you, five years since we first met.
For six hours that night, we both poured our hearts out because we owed each other time that we never had.
Two hours before, you could hardly imagine how many times I tried on different clothes because I badly wanted to look good for you but not wanting to look despe...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 9:10 am
She'll take them back
The stones cut carefully and stacked against her
Her winds find ways through the cracks
She'll take them back
All content property of Chandra Mossine
*This original poem was published by the Columbia Art League in their 2014 Interpretations collection
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:45 pm
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Do not fear the light of the dying star for it will yield no pain.
It is mortal, it is ended.
Fading out like the dimming of the candle, then extinguished, forever.
No light shall ever again grace these barren lands
As dust forever billows across its scarred surface
And drinks its voluptuous seas.
Like a standing ovation,
Thursday 26th May 2016 8:44 pm
The world is mysterious but really so simple...the meaning of life is love...and to love is to create...when you begin to love something new takes form...billions of people and creatures and we are all here together with this connection...the axis mundi...the stem of the lotus...the cosmic connection of heaven and earth...we have that...in Hinduism every god/goddess has it's counter goddess/god......
Thursday 7th January 2016 1:10 am
The swallow kept my eye,
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
I enjoy the kill.
Monday 20th May 2013 9:40 am
Below are the three reviews on the back cover. But first my own words that are also on the back cover:
"This book is ...
Tuesday 26th April 2011 11:06 pm