A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Since it is national poetry month in Canada, I wanted to share some of my favourite poems and the reasons they mean so much to me. "Beauty" is special to me for three reasons. 1- The act of writing The first is for the simple act of writing the poem. It's the first poem I've… Continue reading The Story of “Beauty” – My FU Poem
I am not the girl you rescue, but that doesn't mean I am not looking for someone who can slay dragons. Just in my version, we would slay each others' monsters. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
You asked me for a place in my heart, I didn’t know how to tell you, I had no pieces left. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
A short little acrostic Just to say how I remember, you thought That I would spend the year Hiding behind acrostics. Please, my dear nephew, Remember, I told you Always try something new So you don’t remain stagnant And always keep learning. Do you dare to follow my footsteps? Seeing that it’s your birthday, and… Continue reading 339/2017: Nephew
I read a story today, and it reminded me of you. They found a new procedure, or so the article said, to operate on the inoperable. I laughed - Inoperable, I remember that word, it was the first time, I sought beauty in sharp edges. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Time taught me the value of walls love taught me the value of a hammer. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
She told me, the only friends I would need, would be those who were blinded by the light they saw in my eyes, and whose light blinded me. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
She taught me to seek, the ones who would hold my past in their heart, and wrap it with laughter, while promising me, with their eyes, that they would remember me in the future, even if I was not there to greet it with them. They in turn shared with me the pieces of her… Continue reading 56/2017: Lessons from my Mother (2): Friendship
I don't want your days and nights, let the sun and the moon claim them, Instead, I only ask to be the very air in your lungs, living and dying in every moment you exhale. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: I haven't posted for two days, and it made me consider what I wanted to do… Continue reading 52/2017: Greedy
For every step, you leave in the sand, I hope you carry the breath of the land, in the deepest part of your heart. For every hand, you embrace in warmth, I wish that you feel the vigorous and steady, beat of their heart across your palm. For every smile you give and receive, I… Continue reading 48/2017: Travel Wishes
