Tuesday, January 4, 2022

dreaming of flowers in winter

 

there is dull blush 

in the morning breaths, when

gloomy clouds obscure the sparkly clear blue

in the sky, the birdsongs on sugar maple trees,

hide the posy hues i draw on the page


but i know, listen - hush -

to the slow murmuring breeze, shadows spin,

& fold away when dawn breaks through

snow-capped fields, bony twigs tease

my thoughts to pools of light, a magical stage


i fall myself into, lush

pines of silence, unwrapped in copper tin

box, i taste spring in my tea cup, i chew

brandy-spiced pears, lemon tarts & buttered peas-

i catch sunflowers & tie my verses with sage




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Exploring the Realm of French Literature - Hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   Poetry form:   Rimas Dissolutas.

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Blessings

 


With my thick mittens & woollen socks,

I settle to read your letters, warm

as redbush tea, toasted sweet corn bread

You bring spark, skylight, sugar bush smells

Gloomy rain clouds blur in festive hues

I become playful child, curious as snail

and I thank you, this morning* (again)





*Inspired by poem by David Whyte in Blessings

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:   Poetry form of Kwansaba & Blessings

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!!  See you on January 3, 2022.

Tuesday, December 14, 2021

A pill for amentalio in winter

 

between the hours of mid-

night and dawn,

sad thoughts float in the etherness


between the lines of stories

sentiments surge with violet beats

tiding low, a murmuration

of black birds skimming 

just above the dotted water line

i am caught in kenopsia, weathered

wings in stillness

my tongue tied in heartspur of

ticking white clock


i drift into a starlone of fathomless

quietude, a cycle of dreaming

and undreaming-

i am nameless, ageless

convinced that i am swirling

into lisolia limbo

shrugging away craxis of pixelled

gravity screens & instant gratification from

metaverse


between light and darkness

make this wave in my mind

a weave with the universe

a thread to break away from aphasia

a matter to soothe the aftergloom

that even with my excelled tinselled fingers,

i can still long to be that comet

hurling headlong in blazing dust

[to where]

a heartmoor

i know it is there

its there


[we are here]



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.


Monday, December 13, 2021

saturday's weathertide

 

we make merry of gloom

        -holiday songs-

        -folding cards with red-bowed

                      tinsel-

         

but howling wind shakes   

trees with vengence


for some minutes,

         -lights were out-

all house's hollows, nooks

lost its s     

             h       

                a

                  p

                       e 


bleeding into darkness

         -our eyes fog, blind-

but for half-moon  

    glittering silverblue



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  This is a 44 word poem with the chosen word, TINSEL. Thanks for your visit and comments.

Thursday, November 18, 2021

sound of the wind


white kettle hisses

as fading yellow leaves fall-

owl hoots are lost in moth's wings-

wind whistles long refrain-

rose bush slumps, hushing chickadees-







Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form.  The elements of the Wayra are:

1.a pentastich, a poem in 5 lines.
2.syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8
3.unrhymed.

Additional challenge is to incorporate onomatopoeia (sounds) in the wayra poem.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

a moonscape

 

i peer at the moon 

above the maple trees, glowing  

with light, waxing with near fullness

[i want to be her]


in the room, i continue my search 

for that missing 

family photo frame decades old,

misplaced red & festive jars

as if my tired hands are Christmas

lights, coaxing the warmth out 

of the cold winter night


my energies spent 

blank_blank_blank

e-shopping carts empty

blank_blank_blank 

i sit

on the chair, 

turning to my comforts:

reading & writing

immersed in the fictional world


a phrase lingers

a word flares up

a poetic line shimmers with familiarity 

and behold,

my fingers are pressing the keys

& trying to capture the

tide's ebb and flow


[i spawn the ocean-

i paint moon flowers pure as snow-

i seed the red soil

with chameleon dust & sunflowers]-

there is a shock of silver, a falling 

star

& the certainty:

inside me, a universe

moving in rhythm

& ever 

abundant




Note:  I woke up early early morning to see a flash of a falling light outside the window, which I like to believe is a falling star.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:  Poetics:  Epiphany in the Time of Holiday with guest host - Dora.   The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.  

Thanks for your visits and comments.




Thursday, November 4, 2021

what the gods saw

 

he was sugar-coated

in gold

to behold him

a god

when the sun strikes his

muscled chest and legs


he posed

still as a sky cloud

caught between currents

as painters around him

buzz as bees circling, hungry for

honey


even though he is a skilled actor

poised as delicious cake puff

he could not veil


his eyes


she saw what no else saw

her fingers became his mirror

her brush became his 

raw 

poetry

in her canvas, he was a

bird in a cage

colorful feathers flickered out

& weighed 

down by black ink, her 

oils dripped


dripping

until it resembles

the swelling tear 

clouds


his eyes




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.

Thanks for your visits and comments.


Tuesday, November 2, 2021

a grandma's recipe


into the glass jar,

i assemble the shredded

red cabbage and pour

the brine


of spices & apple

cider vinegar

with sliced carrots & garlic

& finally

with summer's last bulb

of sunshine


i close the lid

on pickled condiment jar

until one cold autumn night-

we open and inhale its zesty

earthly flavor


on our plates of crumbling taco shells

& home-made soup of creamy 

butternut squash-

i taste home




Posted for dVerse Poetics - Concrete or Abstract, hosted by Ingrid.  The writing challenge:   I want you to write a poem using only concrete nouns, subject matter and imagery. For the purposes of this exercise, the following words are banned: soul, love, lust, dreams, sorrow, suffering, heartache, wonder, etc. 

Thanks for your comments and visits.

Monday, November 1, 2021

Waning crescent moon, Nov. 1

 

garden bed sighs

of dead petals & fallen leaves


we let the echoes of

departing birds 


pingpong our words

as daylight careens into shadows


and veil our tawdry  

sunflower-lit crown


let's scarf down 

into the autumnal darkness


& slow dance under

second-hand star lights 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, careen.  Thanks for the visit.  

Thursday, October 28, 2021

mirror reflections

in the mirror,

your face 

is staring back at me

a line across your forehead

furrowed as mine

your eyes hardset as gravel

your thin mouth snarling,

a loaded gun


i fear the words tipping

out of my own lips

a thunderbolt

of energy, sharp gust of adrenalin

uncontained

i tie my curly hair back

as if to rein in myself

amidst the rising

fear and frustration


but when i put my hand

over my heart,

i

know

it beats 

differently-

soft as raindrops




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OLN, hosted by Linda Lyberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.