Monday, June 18, 2018

Summer feast





when summer sun climbs 

ladder of dust

cycle me to the footpath

of sea stones, shells and twigs

lake water, a flute of harmony

blue sky, scattered bed of feathers 

swans dive to catch food

i linger under shades to savor feast

of berries




Lakeshore, Mississauga City
Grace's Instagram



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, CYCLE.  Come join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

don't sweat over the small things



a paper cut
an unkind word
a stain of spilled wine 
a stubbed toe   
   sometimes small incidents can 
   torpedo an ordinary calm time 

but small things can also lift
and curtain a moment into a special 
day

a reassuring pat on
   the shoulder
a smidge of sunshine leafing through
    summer rain 
a patter of laughter cascading from   
    playground
a slice of homemade buttered bread   
    shared by a friend



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Life Lessons



I.

imagine your hands-
a tinderbox, a lightning rod
what will you fashion today?

a zest of sunshine,
a pail of thunderstorms
or a river of kindness to share
      with people you meet along the way

you are the carpenter of your home
      and your town
you are the gardener of your body
      and your family 

spear your hands
to goodness and love will vine 
in all the corners of your world 


II.

imagine your feet-
a sailboat leaving dock
and travelling to faraway lands

what will you bring?
some luggage and carry on-

but what you carry inside you-
     box of energy, belly of enthusiasm,
     internal fire, thoughts of gratitude 
     
will power your wind sails through any
sudden storms 

find your rhythm and compass- 
create your own map and detours-
and finally, be the lighthouse for other boats-




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Mish, on Life Lessons.
Thanks for the visit~  



Monday, June 11, 2018

keeping house



It was only when I got married that I lived away from my family. With our first home, I was excited to keep the house as clean as I could.  There was freedom in arranging our furniture, scheduling our own weekend activities and preparing meals.   It was like playing house, while remembering all that my mom told me about housekeeping.   With the freedom, came the burdens of keeping expenses within our means and making everyday household and meal decisions with my husband.  Good thing he was easy to please as my cooking skills were very basic and I was trying out different dishes for us.  Yes, there were burnt dishes, disaster meals, and arguments about groceries and bills.  We adjusted and moved on.  

Throughout my marriage and raising 3 children, my husband never asked me to quit my career. I was working full time, and he encouraged me to study further and pursue higher career goals.  It helped that his mother was a doctor and was also encouraged to work during her marriage.   The challenge for me, and for all working women, is to balance work, family life, and personal (alone) time.  It continues to this day. 


black birds and chickadees
peck on seeds under giant willow tree-
summer sun, red rose- 


Posted for dVerse Poets, Haibun Monday, with Bjorn Rudberg as host.   The theme is Freedom (benefits and consequences).  See you when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thank you.

Monday, June 4, 2018

rains ahead!



cobble me a fig leaf,
scatterings of white blooms
upon fresh scent of summer rain

i'll find a song
stuck in my head, running
loose, a kite bowling over grey clouds

while whipping up
dessert of fruits and ice-cream

nothing is spoiling my day!





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, with host De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word:  COBBLE.  See you at 3pm EST.

Thursday, May 31, 2018

The view beyond my sister's room





My body stretching like a tear
along the paper*

Static
   that second night 
   of mourning
My hands caught air
of your fragrance, 
   bamboo, eucalyptus,  
   aloe vera

My mom dragged her feet 
   in slow circles
while my brother silently grieved - 
   he's a wounded sparrow -

Outside the window,
  the bird's nest, a music of hungry
        cries & squeals
  the busy cars honking 
        thirsty for summer rain

The wind turned,
dripping of sun's tears-
        the sky, blue-matted 
                        blanket, times
        another season
                        knitted new
        canvas, bright orange

My eldest placed his new born
child into my arms
       He, feather-light
       Weighs our universe 

They brought him and autumn   
rushed in, tossed its cape of starlings,   
tattered the frost-spackled field.**



* First lines, from Louise Gluck, The Egg
**Ending lines, from The Corn Baby by Mark Wunderlich


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Pub doors open at 3pm EST.  
I missed out on some poetry prompts during my break.   For this poem, I used this one from Amaya's prompt, Bridging the Gap, where I am to use two quotes, one for the opening, and another for the ending, with the poet building the lines in the middle.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

its show time!



i pose, pretty in bell-shaped dress
lavender with polka dots

i stand here, smiling all day long
with petticoats of velvet & tulle

while I itch to walk 
in my green minted slippers

here comes an old lady
with a bag, colorful as lemon

under her glasses,
she marvels at my freckles

alas, her dog got too excited
and prancing around,

pawed his dirt on my feet-
yikes, it was all I can do

not to smack him back
with my corns and toady toes

i did sneeze a big ACHOOOO!!!
as the old lady pulled him back

sh-sh-smacking her lips
moving along where hydrangeas and azaleas 

are shooing away the bees & bugs - 
please leave me alone!!! 

I'd rather be
ribbing with roses
fibbing with pansies

than waving cherry Welcome  !!!  
at 500+ strangers,  
in this garden show





Centennial Park Garden


Posting for dVerse Poets Pub - Real Life Humor with guest blogger, Mark Walters.  Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, May 21, 2018

may you see field of tulips on your journey



as lone sunflower
falls 

i inhale incense
as sky scoops back predicted 

rain, surging life, silk-spun fragile 
as budding white tulip

you're not storm
chaser, but peacemaker

staying close
to family's roots, tilling 

zen-inspired garden,
beading memoirs-

and now, pilgrim's traveller
on journey 

home 




Family Photo by Grace @Everyday Amazing


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.   This is a 44 word post with the chosen word "rain".   This photo is from the funeral of my sister 2 weeks ago and I can finally talk about it as a means of healing & moving on.   Thanks for your visit.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Season of dandelions


















2018 Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing


Your yellow faces mirror the sky's mantle
Brightening paths of grey 
Sway your pinwheel blooms to slather 
sunshine and green into our steps

Underneath cherry and magnolia petals
you root where the wind carries you-
you weed with careless swagger of young
heart, not caring for tomorrow's rain

Stay awhile as tulips bloom
And fruit trees dip with peach flowers
Gloriously cascading rain-soaked plumes 
This season of spring has short hours

Remind me, not to count how long
you are around, twirling cotton stars
But to inhale your season with gusto
As you bob to sounds of tambourines 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   Thanks for your visit. 

Monday, April 23, 2018

splash of spring



snow is 
             melting 
                          butter 
on feet
of willow and pine trees

while sun is sprinkling
fuzzy bubbles of warm soap
in sky

gather me in your safe 
harbor
smell of sagebrush & cool 
peppermint

melding with the sugarcane air
of spring
              splashing 
                             my
                                     face



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by Lillian Hallberg.  This is a 44 word post with the word GATHER.  See you at 3pm EST.   We had a glorious cool spring weekend.