Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Hail to the chef!




You clang the wooden cutting board
On table and gather your knives
Your hands are strings on cups of gouds
Chopping each lonely leaf to hives

Your fingers are lit with spices
Yellow ginger, red paprika
Pepper, cumin- all enticing
Minting soup with green carica

Your head moves to bubbles of bones
Humming as fruits sit, golden soft
Tying knot of herbs, baking scones.
We wait, munching on our toast!



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Artisan poetics with Kim Russell as our host ~  We are inspired to write in the style of Seamus Heaney ~

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Monday, January 16, 2017

starry wants



you're the fish
and I'm the clumsy fishermoon

you're daisy, yellowing
and I'm the witless greenskeeper  

I'm only pink-
toasted
when my fingers are blue-
inked

I'm filled with sea-
weeds
wants 
wanting

running in circles 
waiting for your whispered verses

in my ear




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Quadrille, Hosted by De Jackson.   The quadrille is a 44 word count post with the word WHISPER.  Join the fun when the pub opens at 3:00 pm EST.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

(un)finished poem

all night
i polish my skin
magnifiying every pore
(un)til copper gold
vibrant & electric
shiny as preening male crow
grunting & screeching with power

you stand quietly
watching all my efforts
then your voice
(un)slicing the shadows
sparks  
with a fiery passion
each verse, 
your nakedness 
your shore of thoughts
your song of swallows 

I listen,
(un)catching 
each small stone 
each
stress imprint
(un)folding 
welling-
the air hisses with teeth
ripping out
all the plastic bubble
& shallow stars from my eyes

I am ....




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  The virtual pub opens at 3 pm EST ~Thank you for joining us ~

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Two bridges



this bridge is a stone cast
pebbling the river below to motion
a cornerstone
with spine of wood and metal 
as sands ripple with small fish
blue 
flower blossoms-
field of wheat catches the breeze-
our footsteps mellow from running   
to peering between the rails   


~0~0~


this bridge is a poem
stringing letters without commas
tying words in accordion lyrics
knitting pages without numbers
until ink is carved on pub walls
and bed sheets of snow
for the briefest of moments:
we are butterflies, 
waxing heartbeats
from the same cocoon




Posted for the D'verse Poets Pub - Bridge hosted by Lillian ~

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Monday, January 9, 2017

Giant hands, little feet


The shape was ominously grim.  Black smoke with a fireball so huge.   Giant hands in red and orange colors against the darkest night.  A monster to my 5 year old mind.   I was awaken abruptly and carried to the window.  On the second floor, I can see the growing smoke against the sky.  The commotion, screams and siren lights were jumbled, in one distressing picture. All our things were packed hurriedly, while we wait for the blazing fires in the nearby houses to die down.  It would be some time before I could sleep at night by myself.


tattered leaves on grass
i ink colors on grey clouds
& ashes of yesterdays




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday and the theme is Childhood Experiences. Thanks to Jane (Lady Nyo) for helping us with the prompt and reading!

Thursday, January 5, 2017

A gift: A recording of heartbeats



The nights tear me blue
You listen with grateful tears
And gift me with this:  heartbeats
His.  My beloved.
Sunshine spills, tangerine sweet
Melting winter chill, bleak grey


Drum beats - strong, steady.  
I hear his voice, hued with youth,
mischief, and belly laughter-
Four years of silence.
You're not a stranger but kin
Not by blood, but hearts spared, shared-







Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetry form is Choka hosted by Gayle Walters Rose.  I used the structure of the unit onji (19 syllables):  (5 - 7 - 7) (5 - 7 - 7) per stanza.  Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.

I was reading some wonderfully nice stories about heart (organ) donations.  In particular, I was struck with the story of a woman meeting an older man with her young son's heart.   I am a registered organ and tissue donor in Ontario.   If you are not yet registered, consider being a organ donor and make a difference in someone's else life.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Beginnings

When I am murky with words
lost in glade of darkness

Remind me to lean to skylight
where a path  
unfurls of wheat and yellow corn   

When I am caked with dust
drowning in my own quicksand

Remind me to untie my shoes
I have wings
to slice the moon to crescent bows

When I am slipping with despair
walking with leaden knees

Remind me to unmoor my boat
I have hands 
to parcel a sea of beginnings





"We invite the viewer to engage with the imagery to discover their own interpretation and to share it with us.  It is art as dialogue rather than monologue, a fabric of conversation, in which we invite the viewer to participate. "      lemyreart.com



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Beginnings hosted by Mish ~  I selected this particular work by the artist ~ Do check out the other artists with the same theme, New Beginnings when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~  

Monday, January 2, 2017

Spell


Distance is you
fevered under the linen of snow

Breathing blue, weighed
by stiff white crystals

Hemmed by dark
feathers & stones

Under the dead 
rib, I whisper urgently 

to your curled ear:
Never forget-

Be a savage fern!
Be the wild blooming sage!





Grace@EverydayAmazing



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, is a 44 word post with the word CURL, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   First prompt for the year 2017!     Happy new day!!!

Thursday, December 15, 2016

5 Pieces on Peace


i.
Peace is a red 
lipstick 
I slip on 
a rainy night

ii.
Peace is a kettle 
whistling steam & tea
as snow outside
heavily coats
pine and maple trees

iii.
Peace is a cheap pen
I scribble
on corners of free metro paper
with words
without syntax

iv.
Peace is a wet rug
I clean
the walls
riddled with bullets
the floor
red with broken bones

v.
Peace is a paring knife
cleaving away the skin
and bones of history 
only the seeds remain
to be scattered
by the birds


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  Wishing everyone peace and light in the coming holiday season !  Take care and see you next year !!!!

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

6 Pieces of Time

I.    time is a water jug
      i forget
      in a corner

II.    time is a feather
       cold, stripped from bone-
       but warm as lilac ribbed-blanket
       on your chest

III.   time is a clay
       molding me 
       until i learn 
       to unmold myself  

IV.   time is a lull 
       between raindrops
       the pause, between letters
       and musical notes
       as my mind wanders
       in ink, brush and pottery tool

V.    time is the missing
       eye, ear or finger 
       i lost in the journey
       i may never retrieve it
       but if i ever do,  
       i will carry it
       sacred
       into the dusk

VI.   time is a tango
       dance
       with you-
       always with you-



Posted for the D'verse poets pub - poetics on Time.   Hosted by Lillian ~

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