Somewhere

"Somewhere," poetry by Roshan James

The passing of minutes Moments Days or lives Doesn’t make a difference In the loving Or in the dreaming Of what could come to pass And what could be passing Somewhere Near or far from here It’s the unseeing and unfeeling That is undoing This moment Advertisements

Chance

"Chance," poetry by Roshan James

It’s only a miss If we’re remiss In taking the chance Left in front of us By the benevolent forces That strum the harp And pluck the strings Into reverberation Producing notes of harmony Written on the waves Of sound, coursing Away from the source Rushing to whisper A word of caution cast aside Fetter-free […]

Pieces of home

"Pieces of home," poetry by Roshan James

I first spotted you In the curl of a Virginian wave I was tiny and the roaring giant tide Overwhelmed, threatening to pull me under And I loved every reckless moment Of salty, sandy air tripping over the waves Whipping locks of hair around my five-year-old face In my twenties I saw your name and […]