Tuesday, January 15, 2019


I was born to the land of sugar canes
Sap of fresh harvest is perfume in the air
Spooning treats of sweet yams & coconut 
milk were rituals of comfort, joys on rain- 

dreary days, I would rather pass the soup, 
go for candied fruits, fruit tarts, bowls of ice- 
cream.  My tongue twisting to the searing rush 
My toes curling in, content as sleeping cat 

But the sugary madness kept dark secrets 
Adding heft, raising risk of diabetes, 
cancer, cavities.. list is blast of winter ice
No more, I have since reduced, cut down, faced 

Away, as if it was a lover spurned 
Repulsing the sweet kiss, that I once craved

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Confessional Poetry, hosted by Anmol (alias HA).
Thanks for the visit.

Monday, January 14, 2019

the last visitor

Skylight dims, paler than
tamarind, until all is dark clothing
covering the body changed    
by ill-health 

Tears didn't come
raining down 
in room bathed in 
dying flowers

Rather, each teardrop was pursed
in warm remembrance  
of what was, past
pinned, unsullied in pine board

Photo credit:  Here

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word count, with the chosen word, Change.  Thanks for the visit. 

Thursday, January 10, 2019


Am I the diminished tree in distance
Shaken by wind blows, bent in waning light
Empty of nests, gnarled in mute existence

Am I the fallen leaf in snow-bleached night
Solitary figure, cut out of frame
Abandoned by time, dying out of sight

Am I the buried book,  dame with lame name
To bellow brave exploits & loves, so lyrical
Stirring up grey eyes, a chanteuse proclaims 

No, I refuse to be the invisible
Or silenced by brighter light, louder voice
I'm not just a chorus or syllable

My life is tapestry of songs, by choice
Woven of seasons & storms, growing rose


Poetry form:  Terza Rima where the sonnet is divided into 4 tercets and a couplet with the following rhyme scheme: ABA BCB CDC DED EE.

The title came from a conversation with a group of friends, having post Christmas dinner last Saturday night.  We were all comparing our Christmas holidays and getting updates  about how our children were doing.   During his family gathering, my friend statement was, "Have I become invisible?   I don't like it."

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Also my entry for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form, Sonnet.   If you have any inputs on improving my sonnet, please let me know in your comments below.  Thanks for your visit.

Monday, January 7, 2019

January clouds

January clouds are slate gray & maple trees are scrawny against the canvas of setting sun.   Though the winter chill is thick air in this park, there is no wind movement to startle the carpet of dead leaves.  The lake is frozen in ice and the ducks are nowhere in sight.  I cross the small wooden bridge and marveled at the mossy green and twigs caught in lake's stones.     

This time of the year brings new energy and plans for the coming months.   Projects for home improvements, writing and attending courses, are scheduled to keep me busy. Hopefully a career change is in the next horizon.  I focus in far distance, dreamlike trance...but a beep in my fitbit fitness tracker tells me, it's time to move!

i breathe the stillness
of pond, calmness of bare trees- 
night pounces, silent cat

Centennial Park, Mississauga

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday,  hosted by Kim Russell. Thanks for your visit.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

first wintry day

time reveals itself
in rustic colored leaves
frozen in pond

overhead, veils and
silhouettes of bare knuckled
branches and shrubs drip
layer upon layer, moments of

above the cityline,
brown buildings and sweeping lake 
brows landscape, grey now,
after midnight burst of firecrackers

i shake off
"What ifs" and "Why didn't I" thoughts
to winter doldrums
and draw
the bluest of sky & golden sun
inside my head

nowadays, time travels in circular path
much like ducks 
gliding serenely around the same pond
-only my eyes are new-

water glints soft silver-rain
sharpening my focus, to what can be
and leaving behind
scribbled pages & notes, straying
in wind

Frozen pond

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Time and What If, hosted by Merril Smith.   Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Night Sky

Night sky, shimmer your mirrors of light
Streak our path with meteor showers
Quarter moon is rising, silver knight

Crossing above winter's storm, so white
We hunt for arrows and spears of Gods
Night sky, shimmer your mirrors of light

We bring coins to buskers, ink to poets
We offer good tidings for a glimpse of heaven
Look, quarter moon is rising, silver knight

Heralding dancing shadows, colorful sight
We open our palms to catch bluish of circles
Night sky, shimmer your mirrors of light

Soon darkness with the longest hours 
Will come, drawing strings of new season
Quarter moon is rising, silver knight

We dream of spring tulips and sunflowers
But tonight, you're fullness, glorious tower
Night sky, shimmer your mirrors of light
Quarter moon is rising, silver knight

Posted for dVerse Open Link Night -  Thank you for your wonderful support and comments!!!   We are taking a break for 2 weeks.  Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!!

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

melting snowflakes

Winter turns me into a grouch
Keeping words & sweets to myself

I scribble quickly on used paper
As if each letter holds a secret 🔑

The garden outside is a dull statue
As if a thief has stolen all the blooms

As if a baker has thrown all the flour
On table, forgetting measuring cups & left

In a huff, leaving the nuts
to squirrels and nothing for the birds 🐦

Not even his secrets
Was it fresh cinnamon stick or extra lemon 

Zest & twist
That made these sweets tinglinG butterY 

Warm on my hands... 
Melting snowflakes, drawing  😁   😉   😤    😍    💗    💋

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Amaya on the theme of Secret Ingredient (examples are food or poetry form).   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Five seasons of fire


This fire is a cold
seed, buried deep 
in field, breathing death  
& scent of water-


This fire is red
deer, wallowing in dust
running free on forest 
roaring to wind's end-
less chants


This fire is confetti
elusive, beyond my     grasp
bursting around,      above me-
star in the sky


This fire is crawling
all over walls & floors
I can't stop it
  eXplOdiNgGGGg, .....    .


This fire is burning
-tongue on tongue-
-skin on skin- 
you, erasing darkness

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight, hosted by Mish.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Monday, November 26, 2018


We wait eagerly for Friday night to arrive and settle as an old familiar book in our hands.  Weekends are for staying home and playing with our first grandson, on Sunday afternoons.  With our work, time is taskmaster juggling all our commitments.   So it is relaxing to finally kick back and get into a slower pace of chores.   With the Christmas season in the air, we are eager children counting the days of Christmas Eve.   

Last week, we saw a flock of white geese flying away, to what we assumed would be a warmer climate.   The winter season has clouded our sky with gloomy grey and whitened the garden with icy stillness.   Maple trees are bare of leaves and we can't wait for spring to breeze in with all its bird songs and flaming hues.  

brown leaves raked away- 
i spy bright moon's unveiling
above misty windows-

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday with the theme of Waiting, with guest blogger, Imelda.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  

Thursday, November 22, 2018



Sudden lightning -  storm - fire
Breaks out, lashing jagged edge of fear
My thoughts froze, my emotions on spire
I ran for safety, finding relief & cheer
Though all my stuff are gone, trivial and dear   


He never complained - not of aches
Not of dreadful thoughts that steals breath
He worked, saving homes, forests, lakes,
Creatures being devoured by death -
Dark was day, night was hell, no breaks -

*A tribute to all the brave fire fighters everywhere.  Happy Thanksgiving to our USA friends.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Form is Quintain, 5 lines.   I will be introducing the English quintain and Spanish quintain.  

The first poem is an English Quintain:   

The rhyme scheme for English quintains is usually A-B-A-B-B.  There is no set measure or foot (the number and type of syllables or feet).

The second poem is a Spanish quintain or quintilla.  The Quintilla is a 16th century Spanish Quintain form of eight syllable (Iambic Tetrameter) lines. The rhyming scheme can vary in presentation, but only two consecutive lines may have the same rhyme pattern.  I have used A-B-A-B- A.