Sister-David Somerset

Sister David Somerset

[Inspired by a facebook post by my friend Justice, who put out a call for size 8 sneakers needed by a woman in Central Square, Lynn MA, standing there in soggy slippers, apparently homeless.]


Did you see my sister

under the bridge in Central Square

on the edge…in the rain

soggy slippers and cardboard sign

going nowhere…

surrounded by don’t want to know

and don’t want to care

even though….

we’re all under a bridge


Dave Somerset aka “Call Dave” writes and performs poetry, stories and music at local open mics and features. He likes Bansky’s idea that “art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” and that truth and good writing converge. Dave’s work has been published in the Merrimac Mic Anthology, and online sights. Dave also has published a Chap Book: Among Poets Tonight.

Can you hold your ground?- Megha Sood

can you hold your ground

Have you ever been scarred by the moonlight?

Have you ever been scared to death,

by your big dreams?


Have you ever been scratched

and clawed by the angels?

Ripping your soul apart

as your hope dangles.


Have you ever get burned by the holy water,

left writhing and seething in pain?

Have you ever been torched by love,

left burning and crushing your hopes in vain?


Have you ever been blinded by a rainbow,

and left in the dark to wander?

Have you ever been duped by the trust

of the people you encountered?


Have you ever been succumbed

by the fragrance of the rose?

Does the proximity of  someone

scrapes you a little more?


Does the calmness in the moment

drives you crazy?

Does the feel of dewdrops

blisters your skin easy?


Have you ever felt jaded by

the squeals and laughs of everyone around?

Do you still think

feeling like this,

you can hold your ground?


Photo by Randy Jacob on Unsplash

I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own.  I blog at Megha’s World – A potpourri of emotions.

Ephemera of Abeyance – A Collaboration By 1Wise-Woman and A.G. Diedericks

age of abeyence

Buried beneath the valley

Of the shadow of death


In day-glow delirium

Stifled blessed breath

Veins spill vermilion


Resuscitated by the lips of Lilith

I ride shotgun

with this estranged soul

that forges my signature

Stigmatized traffic

Oh, irascible ones..

Must you vivisect me so bluntly?


My name in blood as

Succor for unsung sins

Yet you persistently press

Cold blade of consternation

To repentant chest

Left to exist in

Muddied ditch of condemnation


Idling ethereal essence

Clinging to determinations edge

Whispering wind torn prayers

Last lost breath issues

A final plea for clemency

Drifting into depths

Of umbral numbness


I wake up mourning

in claustrophobic skin

A ray of light

years away from consciousness

Sentenced to systemic nerves

I excavate, inebriated

for the ephemera of abeyance


1Wise-Woman blogs at A Lion Sleep in the Heart of the Brave and A.G. Diedericks is the alternative poet of Sudden Denouement Literary Collective  & the groundskeeper of Morality Park

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