Thursday, December 14, 2017

Therapist Eyes (New Poem)

Therapist Eyes (New Poem)
by Tim Kavi

gentle words
spoken powerfully
in the therapist's eyes

no one is lost
forsaken not
surprised yes

the roads
of discovery
healing journeys
have a chance to begin


look at the light
down the new roads
ends with smiles
in the faces
of hopeful change

and darknesses'

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

the whisperer (new poem)

the whisperer
by tim kavi

to the seashore
waves crashing the beach
warm sunbeams
birds sound overhead

in a shell
held up to an ear
eager and expectant
smiling nature

a path of delight

to the expanse of galaxies
near and distant
warm or cold
a tide of human exploration
there is only the silence
of space

sought for hope
gathered in an embrace
I heard a whisperer.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

My Country (New Poem)

"My Country"
by Tim Kavi

This is the moment
of appreciation and reflection
some have died for us to be here
and some lived in a new land

it is what we longed for
striven in the new mindfulness
melting pot
of You and I

communities different
longing to be knit together
a union of composites
sometimes opposing entropy
in a universe of love 
brotherhood and sisterhood
in a cradle of democracy

cosmic and free
where only unfettered
wings and spirits
light the night.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

stolen kiss

Stolen Kiss 

by Tim Kavi

rust breaks through and corrupts
the shining luster of lives lived
there are always the moments
lived in memories of sunlight
through the windows

the power of thieves
breaking in, alarms shrieking
but then a gentle recognition
a kind smile, of love's remembrance
new love's certain bounty

that first stolen kiss

Saturday, May 20, 2017

When Mars Fell Asleep (New Poem)

When Mars Fell Asleep
by Tim Kavi

boys want to play army in fields
lined with mines
they walk among their friends' blood
ghosts in the shadows

at your lap o Goddess, sleeping
lies the gods of war
the weapons of war lie at their feet
abandoned as once you were

love has won out in the future of bliss
where shadows walk openly in the sun
and gardens are again planted
in romantic passions of youth revisited
even to the very old

the streets are cleaned of spoils
reminders of the follies of gain
while warlike tribes and leaders think
that nothing lasts of temperate mold
what is without entropy; only the power of love

love has vanquished the dark night of souls
but Mars is only sleeping
may he wake up and find you again and again
your love is everlasting and patient
cities are in your fold

but the bombed out ruins need to be rebuilt
into new shining squares
and the weapons turned into ploughshares
must be cleaned while children
are allowed to be children again.

Mars and Venus by Botticelli

For the hope of peace and knowledge of a sure love,
some might see a vague reference to the influence of Lucretius here--TK