Mental Health
Beneath the Willow Tree
The first time Noah saw the girl beneath the willow tree, she was sketching the sky like it might disappear any second. It was the middle of July, and the park was hot and green, full of kids screaming and sprinklers spinning in suburban rhythm. But under the oldest willow, a girl sat alone with a pencil, a notebook, and a thousand-yard stare that looked right through time.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In the heart of a fog-drenched town nestled between the mountains and the sea, stood a little clock shop that defied the passing of time. It was not a place most people noticed, even if they walked by it every day. The wood-paneled sign simply read: Avery's Timepieces, and in the dust-speckled window sat a curious array of ticking machines—some no larger than a coin, others towering like soldiers frozen in brass.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Blue
The lake never changed, not really. It was the one place that still looked the same in a world that had moved on. Trees swayed gently at its edge, brushing the water with fingers of shadow. The wind hummed a tune that only the broken-hearted recognized, and the clouds overhead drifted like unspoken thoughts. This was where Jonah came every year, on the same date, with the same weight in his chest that no amount of time could loosen.
By Muhammad Hashimabout a year ago in Poets
Ions of the Ocean Birds of a Feather
Today upon awakening I heard Sweetie Bird, my parakeet tweet. I turned on the news! Although I do not live by the ocean in Riverside, I am addicted to the ocean as a powerful source of positive energy. The song was in my head all morning. So, I wrote it down as poetry turning it into a song to accompany the video story. This is not about me! It is about creating a time for meditation in this chaotic dystopian world on Earth in the year 2025. I used a lot of my photos and videos as well as my routine animation from my and wild imagination from my dreams. It is not about me! It is about humanity.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
