Showing posts with label Forgiveness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Forgiveness. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Dusk Prayer by Yongbo Ma

 

Quang Nguyen Vinh


Dusk Prayer

Life ultimately depends on forgiveness and forgetting,  

without strength enough to love your enemies,  

you must learn to pardon. Even the fiercest hatred  

drowns in time’s wasteland, collapses into a heap of causes,  

its form is unrecognizable,  

intense love and hate both drain life’s essence,  

diminish dignity—for the soul has its own purpose,  

unknown even to you.  

As years pass, love and hatred become others’ dramas,  

you retreat further into the role of spectator,

human activities drift like distant winter fields,  

you have your own questions, others bear  

no true connection, at most, they are footnotes  

in life’s textbook, references in margins.  

You linger more within your own territory,  

your solitude is a house shielding the world,  

a cliff jutting farthest into the sea,

its gabled roof, tiled in red,

its front door bolted, back door aglow,  

snow falls in its attic, and the cellar serves as a lab  

where stifled ghosts sprout from tubers,  

the laughter of countless children is hidden in the garden.  

Your slowness mirrors the stillness within,  

a single word sustains you for days,  

few external events pierce your veil—  

tides absorbed by countless tiny caverns,  

your curiosity is limited to just one old telescope, 

when you rise from your depths to peer through it  

on storm clouds surging into being at the horizon.

To lose your way is to return home,  

at last, you forgive yourself.


© ¥ongbo Ma


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Yongbo Ma

Ma Yongbo was born in 1964, holds a Ph.D., is a representative of Chinese avant-garde poetry, and is a leading scholar in Anglo-American poetry. He is the founder of polyphonic writing and objectified poetics. He is also the first translator to introduce British and American postmodern poetry into Chinese.


He has published over eighty original works and translations since 1986, including 9 poetry collections. He focused on translating and teaching Anglo-American poetry and prose, including the work of Dickinson, Whitman, Stevens, Pound, Amy Lowell, Williams, and Ashbery. He published a complete translation of Moby Dick, which has sold over 600,000 copies. The Collected Poems of Ma Yongbo (four volumes, Eastern Publishing Centre, 2024), comprising 1178 poems, celebrates 40 years of writing poetry.


Tuesday, September 30, 2025

You in me, I in you by Pulkita Anand

 

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You in me, I in you

Woke up to the rustling of the pages of the morning

The night’s smoke of failure cleared by the sunlight

Lightening pours from every pore, boiling and boiling

Expanding cloud of nothingness carrying the self

Wafted in the vast sky, wheezes the oceanic soul

Ferrying on the fleet of forgiveness

My distant relative, happiness comes daily

Whom I don’t remember or recognise

Meanwhile, the song is drifting and again

From an empty cup, I filled my cup

Freshened by the dews, the soul feasted

Listening to the silence of grass, trees, and stone

Nothing is lost, hold the golden moment

We are a special limited edition

In the dark, constellations of stars and white flowers shine

Love, hold, and let go with faith in every hour

Fall and rise again with every fall

On the whole, I learned my role

© Pulkita Anand

Pulkita Anand


Pulkita Anand is an avid reader of poetry. Author of two children’s e-books, her recent eco-poetry collection is we were not born to be erased. Her work has appeared in Tint Journal, Origami Press, New Verse News, Green Verse: An anthology of poems for our planet (Saraband Publication), Comparative Women, Asiatic, Inanna Publication, Bronze Bird Books, SAGE Magazine, The Sunlight Press, and elsewhere.


Thursday, August 28, 2025

Silent Prayer by Linette Rabsatt

 

Sachin C. Nair

Silent Prayer

 

I saw the older folks

come into the church

bow their heads silently

and pray

but today

I think audibility

is key

to call on the Father

to help us to be

a better version of ourselves

let these prayers

sing loudly through

the valleys

and echo through the mountains

let our supplications

flow like water

tumbling down like a fountain

and piled into the sea

praying away disasters and misery

pleading for God’s infinite mercy

a supplication

for forgiveness for our bad deeds

in this loud prayer

I cry and can hardly breathe

because indeed

I have done wrong

but I hope that my audible prayer will reach the ears of God


© Linette Rabsatt


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Linette Rabsatt


Linette Rabsatt is a Virgin Islands poet with roots in the British Virgin Islands and the United States Virgin Islands. She began writing in 1996. Her work is available in her Kindle book, 
Be Inspired: Poems by Linette Rabsatt, and on her blog, Words of Ribbon. Linette writes to inspire the world with her words.


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Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Rendering by Laura Rodley

Olga Kovalski

Rendering

The fruit of elderberries

condensed into an elixir has healed me,

so many berries, pearls of antioxidants,

how many berries went into each spoonful

I swallow. Every time I waited

for our elderberries to ripen, the birds

got there first. Here in my spoon,

someone else has done the gathering,

deep indigo, royal purple,

I swallow forgiveness,

the ripening of fruit, the sun.


© Laura Rodley

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Laura Rodley


Pushcart Prize winner Laura Rodley's latest books are Turn Left at Normal by Big Table Press, Counter Point by Prolific Press, and Ribbons and Moths Poems for Children, winner of the Children's Nonfiction International Book Award and medalist for the Moonbeam Book Award for Children's Poetry. 


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Monday, December 30, 2024

Holy Black by Kushal Poddar


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Holy Black

 

The worm of forgiveness works

hard so the rot will decompose fast,

faster than the night of anger you 

desire to forget. 

I have been in that

forest with you; you won't remember 

me though; I have seen the confetti 

of fire minutes after you light up a bush.

It feels easy to imagine the dark and ash

after the cinders, flame, flicker, lighter.

With ease we imagine the quality of dark.

This part isn't so; try hard,

and imagine white, broad blank and 

imagine it so the black may form the figure 

or the word you want, the last thing to remember.


© Kushal Poddar


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Kushal Poddar


Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being
A White Can For The Blind Lane, and his works have been translated into twelve languages. He is a co-editor for Outlook Magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing. He does illustrations and sketches for various magazines.

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