Room| Maed Rill Monte|Poetry
The entire length of flesh
is room for growth
a warpaint called race
could paint peace
if the colors found a new canvas
a fresh method to scrutinize the untravelled stretches
A region of escape we could settle in
if we directed the lights
to each other’s body
the beating of the heart like the bustle of homes
in time of reunion
one room for amity
one house of love
The wide space that is the bottom line of your
hands like a spot for rest stop for a journeyer
and shoulders like bamboo hammock
cutting through the winds that pass
with the dust of the passing
these crossings that meet
a sweet treat that we find settlements between each other
Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash
Bio:
Maed Rill Monte has had haiku published in The Bamboo Hut Journal and Seashores Haiku Journal. And a poem published in the recent Volume I & Issue 2 of Amritanjali. With forthcoming poetry publications with Anti-Heroin Chic, Lost Pen Magazine and Stripes Magazine.
