Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Sentiments of the Southwest

you stand
rock carved by wind storms
a solemn cathedral
with a thousand unlit candles-
i am sun-drunk pebble, awed-



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the clouds drape hymns 
over your moody terrain
rustic-low wind sighs
 as you trace your fingers
along the barren sand dunes
i, raw with rain, bloom in response








Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Sentiments of the Southwest, hosted by Mish ~   Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, May 2, 2016

When the white-haired man didn't skipped me in the subway line and-



Asked me for money
"I'm hungry-" 

my heart,
hardened with pseudo-beggars
hanging out/side

said No
Then, recalling single
banana in my bag
& while grappling with in/decision

my train arrives
(no-skipping-nor-playing-hooting)

the moment 
like
      teardrop,
             flashing bird-wings,
                      falling cherry bloom
                                                          is lost-



Credit here




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - a post in 44 words exactly with the word SKIP.   I am back after a short break ~  Thanks for the visit ~ 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

A monster's tale

I wait
as your boat is moored by deep cave

You weigh your choices:

Flee 
and forget 
what you have truly seen

Or spur me, fighting  
the venomous snakes, green-slithering  
with fiery orbs 

Or give me your lips
deadly sweet 
chimera of silk

to kiss 
to shatter the lies -

The curse upon me by jealous Goddess: 
My heart is not a stone-



MEDUSA
Picture credit:  here

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - We have guest host, Stacy, on folk tales and myths ~   

Thanks for the visit ~ 

Monday, April 18, 2016

Skydiving into the new season


peel away old skin  
untangle twigs, twisted with tattered leaves 
clear cobwebs and broken glass from winter's storm    

new buds thrust their faces
up above the rain-dappled ground, their tongues
hungry for sun-yellowed lashes     

spring comes hurling a giant ball whilst whistling with cardinals- 





Credit:  Colossal


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 7.   This is a 44 word count with the word TWIST.   The pub opens at 3pm EST.    We had a wonderful spring weather over the weekend, finally ! 

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Word play




I forget them sometimes - their lilt and grace when arranged and folded like origami on the page. How soft and musical they can be.   How flexible they can bend, like an accordion.  How wide their palette, from demure white to fury red to intoxicating purple-lilac.  When used with brash and swagger, they can hurt with impunity.  On the flip side, silence is also a weapon.   Imagine when your muse leaves you with an empty vase or you get no response to a letter you sent.  They say your words define you.  So be careful of the words that you invite in - they will rage in your blood, and bleed from your pen.    


patch of moss, green
brims with abundance-
dawn is sweet, orange 


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~  Also, a haibun for our Haibun Monday hosted by Kanzensakura ~  Thanks for the visit ~  

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Fantasy on cold winter night



Play the violin
Fiddle the lute
Drum the cymbals 

I am garden, keyed with seeds
Singing to the moon, coppery fire:
Melt the ice crystals, draw leaves rising & chanting-

Music of spring whips up a storm, dabbing the sky buttered-green- 



Painting by Elisabetta Trevisan


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Fantasia or fantasy with guest host, Lillian ~   Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Two Sevenling poems

Sevenling (First meeting)


There are three things she recalls - 
the way he laughed with her,  gentleness
of his hands & sunset unfolding in his eyes

Language is a dance of spoken
words and unspoken thoughts.  It also nests
nuances, which seems to invite a kiss-

She knew he is a keeper






Picture credit:  here

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Sevenling (Travelling) 



In the station, we check our list:  
luggages, tickets and coins
for the subway musician playing a folksy song

There are different rules for the rich -
luxury yacht vacations, private plane lounges 
and special tax treatment -

We travel via rustic train, smelling earth, tasting wind-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Sevenling, hosted by De Jackson ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Train of my thoughts while riding one


Picture credit:   Pierre Folk


My head is plateau of unfin-
ished stories 
I wriggle with ideas, wet
with sudden downpour

Houses with secret doors 
& streets, unmarked
I thread fallen petals & keys, 
a necklace of lost hours

I marvel at the couple
standing face to face in crowd
their faces blooming as first
day of spring, sweeter 
than a sugar cup

My shoes are melting
with laughter from gossiping ladies 
& cooing with toddler strapped
in the stroller, wriggling his socks off

Though each train ride is a chameleon,
it's a constant clock in our city life-
Here comes my station stop
At click of door chime, I fly away-




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub -  Wheels of Steel, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~   I take the train everyday on my way to work so I see many kinds of people riding it.  
Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, April 4, 2016

Frozen pond






she said what she had to say

unbiased truth,
traumatic thoughts of young
woman, preyed by puppet-master

now she is offered
freedom 
if she can lie 
again

glimpse of her future
shimmering rose, pixelating
on wintered pond

she said what she had to say





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Victoria ~  The word is shimmer, in 44 word count

Thursday, March 31, 2016

Subtraction in the evening



My clumpy make-up in cotton
  balls are scattered myrrh

Suds swallow my freckles
   washing away oil & dirt

There's a lot of stories between
   my sagging eyebrows

& cheekbones, a slow dance
   of water spray & gravity of age

The mirror is shifting sands,
   peeling symbols & labels to dust

Quick shuffle of hands
    my face cleansed, a canvas

Recast in pale
   shadows of melting winter snow

With pat of towel,
     I go to the window & search

for the solemn quarter
   of moon,

unclothed in glorious silver
    its light never held back by clouds




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenlinkNight - Hosted by Mary