Thursday, August 13, 2020

Unmasked

 

My mind is toss up in word salad

Mixed with fresh herbs, my "baby" plants

are rooting nicely with tiny buds & thirsty roots

My fingers are forks, raking down to remove

dead leaves and fading summer blossomes


Autumn arrives with first harvest

Wild crab apples, plentiful for the squirrels & birds

I inhale warmth of dying sunset, orange-crinkled sky

(my pack of oranges are not so sweet)

My red roses, still blooming, second chances, i


Will always take, wearing a mask

Pixellated, stripes of black & white

My chest a garden of hopes, basketball hoops & hoses

Optimistic as red fat sweet tomatoes  




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Stream of Consciousness Poem.  Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.  

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

i prefer the city's backyard view

a lively canvas is drawn:
birds from chickadees, cardinals & bluejays pecking  
for seeds & squirrels scarmbling over fences & trees 
& wild bunnies scouting for food

on days when the dark clouds are rolling
& northern wind knocks the flowers of their golden crowns
& fruit trees are bearing hint of autumn with pears growing wild

i gather my paintbrush
& splash a bit of tangerine color at the sides
& dash of marmalade & lilac streaks across the horizon
& liberal dose of blue sky & bubbling clouds

i fold into
                  paper plane
                                        zipping out of the
                                                                        window



Mississauga City



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Looking out the Windows with guest host, Peter Frankis from Austrailia.   Please join us with a window photo from your home and a poem when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thank you for the comments.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

slow dance


frayed daffodil leaves
thirsting under summer sun-
orange cardinals hop

among the brambles,
cones & wilting rose bushes-
wild bunnies stop

wary of red fox
& coyotes lurking about-
sky- dragon of clouds

i hold 
spring bulbs for fall's planting-
sunset fades- slow dance




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haiku sequence, hosted by Frank Tassone.  Thanks for your visit and comments.

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

good morning



a scratch, then tip-tap by the bedroom window
pair of chickadees settles on my red tiled roof
soft as pitter-patter of rain on summer day
then the curious bird, perches just outside my frame
a few seconds, our eyes meet & he flies away
gifting me with bubbling smile to start my day





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Flights of Fancy, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Thanks for the visits and comments.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Change


my skin is earth & my language is wild
drum beats on your ears

for so long, you saw me 
as mere graffiti on 
your white pristine walls

scribbling questions on your legal
documents & laws,
you sought to banish me to
obscurity & extinction 

but i am
more than just statistic on your sheet
more than just label on your coat & tagline

my time is coming as sure as sun rises
my voice will multiply into sky of exaltations

a havoc of street protests
a hurricane of workers & passionate folks pushing
for inclusion, equality, freedom & acceptance

i am the idea 
whose time has come & you cannot 
turn  away

                 from me



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

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Unmasked, I am



i am unfurled leaf of unpublished book
my verses kited in clouds, imperfect meter 
i peer through half opened windows of houses as
if i am reading diaries & dissecting poems 
my thumbs are green now after being house bound
as my indoor plants & herbs, counting each new
root as if i am new mother, not a soon-to-be empty nester
during winter, i cover myself in peat moss &
lock away my thirst & my thirsty roots
my affirmation is spring, my music is summer
i want to join a sisterhood of chocolate lovers 
i will gladly hug you in a bubbled curtain with latex gloves 

though i have limbered numbers in excel spreadsheets
unmasked, i am sonneteer coaxing beats out of air


Grace @ Begonia Rex



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:   Meeting The Bar, I am, The First Person Narrative.   Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.

For today's MTB, compose a poem using “I am…” with a First Person narrative in any part of your verse.  Go experimental and creative with your “I am” poem.

In expressing our “I am” poems, I encourage you to go beyond the usual descriptions of “I am” (a brother, sister, friend, citizen) and go experimental and creative with your “I am” poem. Think inanimate object, animal or groups of animals, planets and inter-galactic travel, streets, cities, plant, tree, or weekday or month or year, or even pandemic terminology.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

the stigmata of waiting


i sit where i have been
sitting for the last 2 weeks

in the ICU
visitor's chair, a hard & unyielding stone

you are on the hospital bed
pricked, tubes on your veins, only your lips
are silently moving in prayer

a nurse breezes in, with pills & monitor 
& I lift my head to see
if some flicking light has changed your eyes
or your limbs moved /heartbeat/

but you are so still
broken doll
as if all the words & winds in your lungs have left
as if your spine is soft clay
as your pale hands clutches a rosary
& gold banner of faith, a gift from a friend  

a reminder that the sun is pelting sunshine
outside of this curtained sterile room
i keep watch
... of nothing really ...
just keeping time until our mom comes back
from the bank & grocery shopping  

i eat 
my doubts inwardly
because I know you have been weeping
& ranting about the last month of your confinement

there is heavy sound
at the pit of my belly, wailing
of anguish, crying of missed diagnoses,
seeds of hopelessness grow despite my words

of encouragement to you
we both know that every day is folding fast
into shadows, frightening to utter:
road of no return
i pray for mercy
unthinkable ending & begin-
ning, in whatever form this may be

(i am sorry
i have to leave soon)

mom arrives, carrying 
your pain & sacrifices
so proudly, she is light you turn to
every time death 
checks in at night



February 2018.   This poem has been in my draft but I finally finished and published this for our 8th anniversary celebration.  A sad story but after 1 month of my sister's death in April, my first grandson was born.  Life goes on.


Posted for dVerse Poetics, 8th anniversary celebration with our special guest host, Brian Miller at 3pm EST.   He tells us to capture a moment in our verse.   

Happy anniversary!!!  Thank you for your visit and comments.

Monday, July 13, 2020

i'm drinking watermelon juice



Sunday afteroon is pouring hot sauce 

         over the charred skin of grilled chicken 

sky is tender blue, rolling fluffy doughs of clouds 

         with hint of playful rain, at bay

i love this season of wilting blooms and and cantalouped-

         cheeked sun, wrinkling my face






Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille hosted by Kim  M. Russell.  This prompt is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, BLUE.  Join us as we reopen the pub community after a summer break.  Thank you for your visits and comments.

Happy 8th year Anniversary dVerse Poets Pub!!!

Thursday, June 25, 2020

i am



the word & phrase you write in every poem
the pathway, streets and city you live since you were born
the plate, cup, brew, spice, food you eat 
the hat, purse, coat, shirt, shoes that you wear
the wheel, hub, spokes, transmission that you ride
the book & tenets you read at night

the only key in your pocket
you carry wherever you go
not pricky, not heavy, not strange
just comfortable weight in your hands & eyes

i would have love to peek at other people's windows
& admire their paintings, chairs, photos, bookshelves
but alas 
i remain
your blind spot




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   dVerese will be in summer hiatus and will come back on July 13, 2020.   Thanks for your visits and comments.

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

siren



between the sea and shoreline
white foam of blue waves echo

ocean's murmurings to the sky
shells open & birds with new

wings venture to taste the brine
above the reef in blue-green lake

here, death is clawing at each breath
here, life is rising under rocks & bones

a mermaid's wild tales
of missing treasures, sunken ships, lost

cities, treasures & jewelries makes
my head spin 

what secrets the ocean keeps in its 
darkness (we may never know)

but this I know
(&believe)

I stretch my hands outward as horizon
quivers, shimmers with coral pink sun

I am the siren,
I am the song
as the storm rises on my tongue



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosed by De Jackson, Sounding the Siren.

Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Also dVerse will be on summer hiatus for 2 weeks after our OLN on June 25th and we will reopen on July 13, 2020.