Thursday, August 17, 2017

of tangerine dreams

i see your smile, shy-tangerine grin
behind the crab apple tree, sunset-stilled
you move slowly to pluck the ripe 
bearing fruits, licked by summer rain 

i taste wine & olives as i walk towards you 
but you're turning to a blur, mist of clouds
my feet are turning to quicksand as
you fade away, dreamscape in a fog-

how quickly i forget, time has hidden you
from me- you, fiery fire of my canvas-
you, deepest blue lake of my thoughts-

every night, even with my eyes closed
i can trace your face with my fingertips,
my love, sleep, until we meet again-

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Free verse sonnet hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Monday, August 14, 2017

I ink flowers on my hand

i have books to green my soul
        rather than wedding ring
i paint words to spark  
        rather donning colorful dress 

i can be   
more than wheelbarrow, a banyan tree 
more than feathers, an arrow for justice

I am not, just 
a girl dreaming

Note:   I watched Daughters of Destiny:  The Journey of Shanti Bhavan, on Netflix.  I am blown away by Shanti Bhavan's mission to break the generational poverty in India by taking children as young as 4 or 5 years from the lower caste "Untouchables" and providing them with education and boarding up to college (17 years of care and financial support). More information on this non-profit mission here.  

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the word DREAM.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Hiking up to Lake Agnes Tea House

my legs are jars of sand
fear's a spider 
climbing my spine, with last
part:  wooden steps

my breath mirrors shallow
lake on ice-capped
mountain, shimmering blue-
beehive of pines-

my tongue throbs for lake's cool
not warm green tea-
below, panorama
winks, bubbling green

Lake Louise from the middle of the hike up to Lake Agnes Tea House.  The trail took us 2 hours to climp up and 1.5 hours to hike down.
  • Elevation Gain: 400 m (1300 ft)
  • Altitude: 2135 m (7005 ft)

Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets pub - Late post for the Quadrille of Fear last week.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   All photos are mine from my vacation in Alberta, Canada. Thanks for the visit.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Postcard from Lake Minnewanka, Banff

early morning sky
shades blue upon blue
-pale turquoise & dark cyan-
shimmering mirror of perfection

we gaze up
-reduced to pebbles- 
by mammoth giants of rocks
cradling the glacier lake

mountains are murmuring
to the spirits of the lake
we listen
-sussuration of tides-
echoes of resort village 
forever submerged in deep darkness

we scan for
footprints of mountain sheep & bears
but only 
lone eagle watches
from stone-hedged tree
its eyes, glittering
-clear as water-
wild as sunrise

Mount Inglismaldie, Lake Minnewanka
"Water of the Spirits"
Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Shade, hosted by Lillian for Poetics.  
Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.  
During our boat cruise in Lake Minnewanka, we were lucky to spot this beautiful eagle on the tree (top right side of photo).  Thanks for the visit.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Postcard from Medicine Lake, Jasper

Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing

The Excelsior fire in summer of 2015 left the forest a fragment of its lush vegetation.  Tall skeletal trees, burnt logs and roots, form a silent graveyard.   The rain had stopped the wildfire from wrecking further havoc on the small town of Jasper, Alberta province.   The area is a grim reminder of the harsh realisties of wildfire during summer.  

Around the flanks of the forest, lake rises up to vibrancy during spring and summer. The clouds can be dark from the distance.  But the tides are calm, soothing balm for the place of what was once a firestorm.   What once was a carribou country where the First Nations thrived.   The contrast of lake's startling beauty and emptiness from wildfire surrounding it, is a visual and spiritual experience. The area may not be a tourist perfect area.  Yet here is where life and death intertwined.

cloudy morning
two bald eagles nest on a tree-
wind cries - distant drums -

Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing
Medicine Lake, Jasper National Park
Alberta, Canada

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - How Wonderfully Imperfect (wabi-sabi) for Haibun Monday, hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.  Join us when the pub door opens by 3pm EST.  I am back after my Alberta vacation.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

blue summer

the morning sky shimmers, powder
blue, light as flour -
scattered snow clouds
train of lace crowns -

pear trees are breezing open, flutes
ringing with fruits
green, small as thumbs
soon, sweet on tongues

daffodils and white asters sway
peach blossoms splay
summer calls, blurs-
you are not here

Photo credit:  here

Posted for dVerse poets Pub - Form for All, hosted by Frank Hubeny.  Please drop by to learn more about the minute form, starting at 3pm EST. The form requires three stanzas of 20 syllables each. Each stanza has four lines. The first line has 8 syllables and the next three lines have 4 syllables each. If that is not enough constraints, the poem is expected to have end rhymes for the three stanzas that go aabb ccdd eeff.  More information on the dVerse site.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The windows of our memories

the long day shifts, shadows,
calls us, church bells ringing

we chafe, bickering with
each other, reluctant

to let go of summer
games, flowers, dewdrops

we slurp cool water, draw
curtains to the side, breathe

growing silouttes of
twilight, bowstring of hues

as sun finally dips beyond lake,
all our windows opening

to catch the light, we brush
with watercolors in our eyes

to hear murmur of insects
we jar, along with smooth stones

those carefree days have long gone
by distance and choices

i sometimes wonder when
dusk comes, and moon is still-born

if your windows are still 
opening and and listening 

Long window overlooking the back balcony
Good thing the weather was sunny, not rainy.

Posted for D'verse Poets Poetics - Looking Out/Looking In, hosted by Lillian Hallberg ~

Thanks for your visit ~

Monday, July 17, 2017

cupcakes and almonds

stained this page- 

nibbled while broiling words
in my head

-storm, jar, kick-
between spaces 

i jot some verse

for crash of thunder,
sudden spill of cornflower seeds

skyward, i garnish
with blue, unflickering

i can bear it now-
echoing with(in)

Photo credit:  here

Posted for dVerse Poets - Quadrille - 44 words with the word FLICKER.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. We are back after a short summer break.

Happy 6th anniversary dVerse Poets!!!!   Thanks for your support and encouragement!

Thursday, June 29, 2017

graduation blessings

summer sky pours out:
cart of wild berries,
honeycomb of blessings
and a cargo of rain

just enough coolness
to silver the hollowed bowels
of wilted boughs 
and silk tresses of blooming vines

to rustling
of crickets & grasshoppers
teething against the hard wood

to restless
of ravens hiding above
black maple trees

to weighless
flowering of seeds
groaning with anticipation
at every hour passing

deeply to yourself
without haste or sadness
so that this next journey
be a time to find

moving gracefully
as doe on field of golden wheat
hushed by clouds

Posted for OpenLinkNight at D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by the Bjorn Rudberg ~  Please drop by when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~  See you ~ 

Note:  For my youngest child, graduating from high school tonight.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

a sunflower of blessings

early morning sun is a tapestry
of coral pink behind billowing clouds

     may you be nourished
     by raindrops and milkweed
     waltzing through air

     may you be gifted with newness-
     wings of dragonflies, starlight of fireflies
     and voracious appetite of caterpillars

i amble with robins & cardinals 
in the walk to park, too early for the crowd

     may you be serenaded by 
     gentle breeze on water lilies,
     hoots & buzzing of birds & bees

     may the words of healing
     settle on your tongue  
     & grow seeds of kindness  

i sit down on wooden bench
watching a family of ducks, serene by pond
     may your basket be light  
     overflowing with laughter
     and dewy sunflowers 

     may your every departure
     lead you to a great arrival 
     of yourself  
i cross a small wooden bridge over a creek
happy to find my way home


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Blessings Poetics hosted by Paul John Dear.  Join us when the prompt goes live by 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visit.  

Monday, June 26, 2017

Haibun: Summer

The sound of the ice cream cart rings a colorful music in the streets.  Children scramble like busy bees to check the flavours of the ice cream and fancy toppings.  I try green ice cream served thick between a fresh bun, instead of a cone.   Soon, my siblings and I will watch a movie and then go to the ice cream house for a banana split.  

Summer is sweet with ice cream in different tropical colors - purple yam, red bean, mango, avocado, coconut, lychee and green tea. With halo-halo as the ultimate dessert, I scoop each milk-flavored shaved ice with gusto. Sweet bananas with tapioca pearls and leche flan (egg custard) are my favorites.  I love the icy sweetness in my mouth. Beats the heat every time.

red roses blossom
into fans with intricate lace-
sun retreats, cool queen-

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday ~  The theme is summer.   Come join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, June 22, 2017

A joyful celebration

his smile trembled, through pain & tears - Thank you!
to his sister & brother, children and wife
and his last breath, a sigh of gratitude

by hospital bed, they prayed over him, through
early hours, against despairing waves  
as his smile trembled, through pain & tears - Thank you!

his journey with chemotherapy, askew 
frail lungs drowning with water, knifing
breath to be his last, (still) a sigh of gratitude

with family cancer history, he knew   
time's reckoning with younger brother's demise-    
his smile trembled, through pain & tears - Thank you!

beloved family came to visit with no clues
his health was fast deteriorating, wise
till his last breath, we sigh of gratitude

a huge collage stood by his coffin - Adieu! 
a celebration, we'll remember his life,  
his smiles, despite the pain & tears - Thank you!
for his last breath, filled with joy, gratitude

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Villanille Form, Hosted by Frank Hubeny ~  This is a 19 line poem with refraining lines.   For my poem, I alter the last lines, to give it a twist so it does not wholly become repetitive.  

About the Villanille Form:  The most striking thing about a villanelle is that it has two refrains (“A1” and “A2”) and two repeating rhymes (“a” and “b”). The first and third line of the opening tercet are repeated alternately as the refrains, until the last stanza, which includes both refrains.

With this, the pattern of the villanelle can be illustrated as as A1bA2 – abA1 – abA2 – abA1 – abA2 – abA1A2 where “a” and “b” are the two rhymes, and the upper case letters (“A1” and “A2”) indicate the refrains.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


i run on wheels
far and near
slaying deadlines
or i'm slayed
shadows sip my light 
workload burrow
space for rest

s m e l l rainy moss
b r e a t h e deeply
rubies of s i l e n c e
each leaf, s u m 
of r a i n d r o p s
i glimpse blue s k y, 
russet s u n,
sated bees, t o o
f a t   to  f l y 

Posted for the D'verse Poets Pub - Signs, hosted by Mish ~  Drop by when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Photo by Pixiebay .    Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, June 19, 2017

unpredictable summer

my feet are light
as bees feed on daisies
and white anemones
along dirt road

humming a song 
peppered with hoots
i scare off robins

here comes
the mercurial rains-
shifting canvas to 
downy greyness,

i take

my colorful shoes  
zigzagging home 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by Kim M. Russell ~  This is a post of 44 words with the word PEPPER.  Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Mixed Signals

I bring sage clouds
You scatter dust

Under moon shroud 
Drawn by gravity

We ignite heat
birthing stars, milky pink

Seeds worm to trees
Creeks nurse oceans 

My fingers stitch silver dress  
You soak coffee cherries 

This was the plan
But reality is, our words 

Collided in needles and brine, 
mismatched signals from old phone line

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

the day before

we came, browsing stores  
and towers of lore-   
London Bridge, sky's choir,
River's silver floor-
we bought snacks & swore
peace! it was day 'fore

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Victoria Slotto - My officemate was touring London and was on the same London Bridge, the day before the June 3 Massacre.   

The lai is another French form. It’s a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables; the “b” rhyme lines have 2 syllables. It feels kind of like organized skeltonic verse.

Monday, June 5, 2017


A child lost, without roots.   Her words were rebellion.  She never smelled flowers.    
Until a kind foster mother came along.   Listened to bruised heart, nursing broken butterfly wings.   

There's a time to bounce back.   Harness energy.  Light, shadows, darkness.   
Storm in her is rising.       

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the word, STORM.  Thanks for the visit.     

Thursday, June 1, 2017

underneath, for real

i struggle with words
         bottled, plain as almond milk
i dress them up
         fancy as organic fresh salad & herbed 
chicken with coconut green mango drink-
         cool, instagram-worthy snapshots

i mess with lines, adding zest
        of orange and lime,   
splashing color, slices of avocado
        and sunflower seeds-
they look good as polished nails
        but lacking character & depth-

there are no undercurrents of despair
        nor scars or shadows of uncertainty
i rip the pages 
        & listen to the echoes-

sadness throbbing the busker's strumming-
        anxiety rising from old woman's woes- 
lost voices from widows and orphans-
        sirens from firetrucks & ambulances-

fears bubble, knife-edge at my tongue-
        ink spills, words-tarred 
from guts, bones & spleen
        to real, jagged lines on the page-

Source:  here

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight-Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

long journey home

your body rots
slow decay, turtle's pace
drinking tea & eating greens, your 
hands are lace-veined, brown-speckled by sun

your memories are rain-
dewed by past, lingering over photos-
fragrance of flowers bring you tears, phone calls
from your children and grandchildren livens your time

is this a blessing or curse
out-living your spouse, friends and siblings?
your aches, back and jaws 
are increasingly painful as years float, blur 

you are always 
for that final blazing sunset

a gift, you'll then say 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Wrap it in ribbons (Gifts) Poetics, hosted by Lillian ~ Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, May 29, 2017

needles of wisdom

you carry your burdens with a slight stoop of your frame.   looking at you, no one would suspect, your body aches from the onslaught of many storms.  your face, well-worn book, scratched page by page, shines with love.  time has made a map on your skin, scribbled with grooves, scars and webbed lines.   you mend our broken bones with sap, our shattered hearts with green. your wrinkled hands are salve to our misdeeds and disastrous accidents.   with textured depths and firm roots, you show us your wisdom as we rise, flying with the gulls.   we carry your words wherever we go.

wild lilac blooms along
unpaved path, stony with dust-
lighthouse flickers- steady

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday ~ A tribute to the beauty and wisdom of mothers and grandmothers ~ Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, May 22, 2017

Brush strokes of grey

some nights, it falls 
roar of crackling firework
hiss of the breaking glass
vicious splat by car tires 

but this late afternoon
rains are gentle puddles
freshly squeezed
coating sky with oil pale hues
sounds of melancholy drift
bittersweet as ruby grapefruit

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Hosted by Victoria Slotto ~  This is a 44 word post with the word SOUND.  Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Today, I let the light in-

the sun is a milk-cotton daisy
blooming along side glorious tulips

              i will not count
              creases on my forehead

the sky sings a breezy fruity tune-
while dandelions sip yellow tea 

             i will not rue
             emerging strays of white hair

the wind brings lake's salty tears-
seed pods open, spraying golden grains

             i will not bother
             creaming my wrinkled hands 

the trees are shimmering glassy chandeliers 
covering cracks, like leavening on dry crust- 
             i am grateful -
             another day of beginnings

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Come and Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Dallying time

you rise
tasty as thin curls of butter
swooning beside fresh bread

even if you lather
liverworts on your mane
silk of your skin is warm as honeycomb-

i taste 
pink clouds, velvet moon under your arms-
i drown in cotton eyes of dandelions-  

forget the weeds- 
time is filling up our cups with corals, 
salmon sunsets & perfumed apple cider-

your beauty 
is a melodious cupcake-
let me sit awhile & pen you a song- 

Flowering Crab Apple Trees

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Sensory Play - Poetics handled by Mish ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, May 15, 2017

Hungry eyes

The recipe is not a secret as we got the recipe from the internet.  My hubby concentrates on preparing the finely ground beef with garlic, sprinkling of soy sauce and red wine.   He mixes the meat with vegetables- carrots and peas, with tomato paste.  I concentrate on peeling, boiling and mashing the potatoes with butter and cream.  In the pyrex, he layers the cooked meat and vegetables carefully.  I pile up the mashed and creamy potatoes, until the pyrex is filled up.    It is ready to be baked crisp as Shepherd's pie.   

It's the teamwork that makes it delicious.  I can make a dish tastier that this but its all my effort.  When it comes to cooking, making it together makes the dish extra special.   

hungry eyes of the moon-
spring trees blossom with  
flowering pink scents 

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~  Thanks for the visit~ 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

4 buckets of soil

pecking on soggy soil
a black bird's eyes
shines silvery
  as flowering moon

soil is fire
blazing green and yellow
  daffodils on my hair
  dandelions on my wrist
flaming tulips rise,
with peplum skirts 

fresh tang of spice roots,
sharp claws of herbal leaves
& plum skin of ripe tomatoes-
  this soil is wine & bread

leave me
rain-soiled & kiss-smothered by flowers
in this spring dance-

Posted for D'verse Poets pub ~ Soil Poetics handled by Bjorn Rudberg ~  Thanks for the challenge Bjorn !

Monday, May 8, 2017

at a garden show, if all we see is

one frame- all black and white
unrippled of contradictions
flatlined in dust 

we'll be 
blind to spontaneous outbursts,
deaf to echoes of dissent

all flowers, stilted monotone
all trees, uninteresting as street lights-

and garden -
boring place to visit

show me 
your true{true} colors

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by De Jackson ~   This is a 44 word post with the word - ECHO ~  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Two girls giggle over

pouch of dandelions
   newly plucked -  stars

sprigs of green, bouquets of
   flowers - sun-dried

white eyelets, pink posies
   gathered on mounds

this park bench is lark, bed,
   secret garden

of imagination-
   as gulls swallow

last cup of dimming light
   and half-sliced moon

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST ~  Thanks for your visit ~

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Beyond the pearls & blur-

he gives her a bouquet of red roses
one dozen in full bloom, she presses her nose
for sweet perfume, as she sits on her quilt
but what tingles her spine as she inhales - guilt

she starts to undress, scattering red petals
amidst their bed as passion pours & settles
like rainclouds, his lips shouting love, my love! 
but in her mind, she heard get rid of!

his lies taunt her, like poisoned white wine
songs & gifts that he gave someone else- brine
she can taste it - enough of this deception, no more!
she'll snare him first, as she grabs roses from floor

madness came on thorns of the red roses 
... striking, hitting, carving- as he discloses      
feathery promises until his blood stains white
sheets so bright, in the grim of midnight

here's a solitary rose in bloodied hands
the room's a river of black purple sands
she gets what she wants -beyond the pearls & blur   
a perfect offering:   his heart only for her- 

For D'verse Poets Pub - Dramatic Monologues hosted by Kim M. Russell ~  Thanks for the visit ~
This is an old poem I wrote back in 2011, which I have revised to have a rhyming couplet ~  

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The grapevine in the forest

i heard the gossip

under the shades-
   sneaky & stealing neighbors
kind & helpful friends
   errant kids & strangers on the prowl

over the wall, 

exchanges of motherly notes
   and recipes for home made remedies- 
nerdy friends busy 
   as mushrooms sending messages-

behind the fence, 

chatterboxes filled with stories  
   from friends across the field-
news of birth & spring parties
   of wild blue flowers-
clack of knitting needles as 
   children nod off to sleep-

between two ancient mothers

"a family is moving in tomorrow."
"let's prepare a nice dish."
"and big welcome banner!"
"we trees need to stick together!"

Inspired by Ted Talk's Suzanne Simard:  How Trees Talk to Each other 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Community - Hosted by Paul Dear ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, April 24, 2017

spring fever

tides roar
chests charging skyward-  
spring fever is on

finger buds rising
greening fields-
wild flowers frolicking by feet
of trees-
raindrops scenting faces  
of tulips- 
birdsongs everywhere-

tiny cherry blooms unveiling
delicate parasols, pink eyelets

I am stilled
in the arms of beauty

Sakura viewing at High Park

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - Quadrille ~  44 word post, with the word STILL.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3 pm EST.  Thank you.