been so long my friend
been so long
what a surprise
your morning message
your voice sounds the same
now as always
unexpected after that pause
i thought we had finished
long time ago
without a farewell
now a fresh start
to continue our journey
together again
reconnected
https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/clarityinchaos/episodes/Lost-Friend-e2d01fu
recording of the above poem read by the author
Dear Readers and Listeners,
Thank you so much for your ongoing support for this site. I acknowledge and appreciate your time and commitment to read, to like, to share and to comment on the writings posted here.
It has been a great love project of mine over those many years now and I get a great joy in your attention.
This time I’d like to bring to your attention a nice little inclusion on this site.
Some time ago I started to record poems, which I wrote, in an audio format. Lately, after some challenges, I managed to upload it to a Spotify account. Now with each new poem written here, I tend to post its audio version under the poem itself, for my faithful readers, listeners and Spotify subscribers.
Many of these audio poems are freely accessible, without any subscription. Those that will not play without subscription can be subscribed to on Spotify, if you would like to support and encourage my future endeavors.
Many thanks in advance.
And if you would like to have your voice heard, reading one (or many) of my poems, please contact me for details via the contact form.
Until we connect, have a blessed life.
Sincerely,
Hana; Writer & Poet
it has once been desired
by nobody else but a liar
for us to do what is required
no need to put on an attire
when we eventually retire
remnants white bones in fire
today is a chance to enquire
help lift out the veil higher
up from the earthy mire
brain pathways now rewire
get out that situation dire
common sense let defy her
once the truth transpire
old news begin to tire
resilience we acquire
it pays off to be a trier
when the rest still conspire
who they want to call sire
i have been falling and falling all the time
the ground finally picked me in its arms
my color has changed greatly in the fall
i now transition into more shades of brown
when there is greater wind i learn to fly
now who can tell what am i
