Tuesday, July 16, 2019

silence is not the answer


If our grandchildren asked of us
Where are the polar bears & lions
And the bison, elephant & caribou
On the plains of red dust
Our leather shoes shiny as sun
What do we say?

If our grandchildren asked of us
Where is the ocean of whales
And mountains with green firs & oak
The blue lake with whooping crane
carefully threading for her catch
What do we say?

We ride along in our new cars 
counting loyalty points, likes & followers
We have no seeds to burrow
only garbage & tons of cheap clothes
We ply away this blue & serene sky
for plastic, smoke & towering condos

If our grandchildren asked of us
Why we are gifting them a dying planet
Will we hear the birdsongs, hoots and grunts
from long lost creatures 
and recall the smell of freshly picked apples?
What do we say?



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - On Climate Crisis hosted by Anmol (alias HA).

For more information, see link here:  Climate Change, What can you do

Monday, July 15, 2019

Sunshine



you bring the sun
through storms & winter
darkness 

steady me
with an anchor of kelp &
kite of starlight

teach me humility 
in sharing your light to
others

blind not my eyes
with rust of world but
with kindness
soft as child's hands



The Sun by Dale Chihuly
Montreal Museum of Fine Arts, Montreal


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille & 8th Anniversary.  This is a 44 word post with the given word:   sun.   Join us when the pub doors open after our summer break, at 3pm EST.  Thank you!!!!

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Dawn




The waters corral me, quicksand
I am slipping, and not a strand
Nor knot can lift me up, sorrow
Drowns me, beneath bed of yarrow

Then sky clears, danger pressed in cask
Darkness - just a rose with black mask
I toss away this blight, see dawn 
Casting soft light, pale pink and fawn




Port Credit, Mississauga


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight, hosted by Mish and Poetry Form, Quatrain, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   Thanks for the visit.

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Midsummer



The brightness of the sun
burns my eyes
sandpaper red
I bite on my anxiety
instead of bread
Midsummer comes
ailing me with despair
grey as storm clouds

Dusk came, full of moths
and beetles
I was oppressed by the velvety
gleam of moon
emptiness of the world
and swathes of soft grass
Then the silence of the night
lulled me to sleep

When I woke up,
I was covered by dewdrops,
smell of honeysuckle awakening
the hunger in me


“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Literary Alchemy with Laura Lee, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.

Monday, June 24, 2019

Yellowness of our days



The color yellow brightens my day.   Brings me sunshine, sunflowers and carefree balloons even when a sudden storm would dampen our bright sunny days.   The child in me is happy, walking with a spring in my step.  

Spring is my favorite season.  And for the first time in a long while, I nurtured perrennial blooms and several herbs like rosemary, basil, thyme, mint-orange, lemon grass and chives.   I love cutting the herbs fresh and adding them in my cooking.   I also learned how to regrow them indoors so my supply does not ran out.  When I eat my herbed-drizzled food, I taste earth's gifts and magic of the sun.   


sky is serving a plate-
daffodils, dandelions
with bluebells & birdsongs


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Lost and Found - Nature's Magic.  Hosted by Merril D. Smith.

Tuesday, June 18, 2019

garden of dreams



i don't want to be still & yellow, a thing in blue
light, no, i want to run into the fathomless sky

i hear the heart beats of agile wild cat
beneath city lights, my breathing catches windspell

my mind is a distressed canvas at end of train ride
but by night, i garden words under spell of moonflower

i write down a word or line, let it sit & frolic 
in clouds, climb trees - carrying my cup of yearnings

it may seem like a little thing, but it's no secret-
walking with flowery hat brings out smiles, sudden sunset



Flowering Mindscape


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meet Jackie Hurlbert, hosted by Charmed Chaos, Linda Lee Lyberg.  

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

the local market


we come here at crack of dawn
with baskets
ready to scoop the freshly
shaved coconuts, tropical fruits,
yams & quail eggs from harvest bins

this is the place
to buy newly caught fish & shells
iced but still moving in the pile
you can ask the vendor
to clean, cut and fillet the fish for you

at the chicken and meat section,
flesh are whole or bigger pieces,
hanging from tenderhooks
still red
tender
from butcher's knife
you can also ask the vendor
to chop, grind, clean the
cuts & even debone the whole chicken-

this is the "dirty" market
under 1 roof,
with each market stall
a unique cornucopia
you can't escape
the smell of sweat, salt & earth
mingling with calls by vendors

to try their sample wares -
from prepared sauces & tins
to simple breakfast fare -
small freshly baked buns
with local coffee - black
strong with aroma of sun


Posted for the dVerse Poets Pub - Market, Market, Hosted by Sarah Connors.

Thanks for the visit.

That memorable trip



She inhaled the sea wind.  The sands were soft on her feet.   Afternoon sun was ebbing away, giving her a tangerine glow  

When I saw her, she was bouyed by the place's serenity.   It is not often that the company is spending money for an out of the city management conference.

"Have a good night, Vangie", I smiled at her.   "Don't forget to set your alarm at 7:00 for breakfast tomorrow."

"Yes, I will".

I was chatting with another guest, when far away an interrupted cry was heard.     We ran to Vangie's room.   She came out, deflated  jellyfish with arms blanket-wrapped.  

"Can you please call the doctor?".    

She had vomitted the "fresh" clams that she bought from the fisherman with a boat that afternoon.   

She missed the day's conference & went home.  She left her sandy collection of sea shells & coral stones.


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. This is a flash fiction of 144 words with the line:
 When far away an interrupted cry 
taken from the poem acquainted with the night by Robert Frost.

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Better than I am



Red lights at the distance flickers smoky flame  
I inhale deeply - sunset's hues - dying flame   

I swallow my pills & the last of my drink 

as music echoes, I drift, waning flame      

Moonlight gleams on my ordinary face 

Anxieties mothballing, snaring flame 

I might look better if you dim down lights

To candle tap, softer flowering flame 

There are nights I despair, fretting in shame

But you give me hope, fierce as warrior's flame

My dreams bring me wading out to the sea   

Weaving a storm, my hands are birthing flames  

You gaze at me with grace & breathless awe 

Here I am, better than I am - divining flames   




Posted for Dverse Poets Pub - Poetry form - Ghazal, hosted by Gay Cannon.  This poetry form will be discussed in detail when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.    This form follows the traditional ghazal (an edited version) and I will attempt to write a contemporary one in the coming days.  Mr. Linky is open for 1 month.   

Monday, May 20, 2019

cake


i watch rain clouds roil the sky
then knead & butter the soil  

birds and small creatures honey- 
comb & sword-peck on seeds, grains

it's a feast-
specially the cake's throne topper-

spring maiden rules
dotting dandelions, daffodils, daisies

i soup & eat 
slowly, richly 





Dandelions by Grace@EverydayAmazing


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.  This is a 44 word post  with the chosen word, RICH.  See you when the pub doors open for poetry reading at 3pm EST.   

Thursday, May 16, 2019

distance is relative & love is everything



I squint
but I cannot see the light 
year travelling at speed of 
186,000 miles per second or 
about 5,880,000,000,000 miles!

It boggles my mind that between falling 
cherry blossoms
a galaxy is revolving
a cluster of white stars are born
a supernova explodes
and nothing escapes the black hole

Against the heavenly sky
We are only stardust 

Yet, in our own world
we are stewards of this enormous 
blue planet

If we will do our job well as kingmaker
it is possible  
a bird nesting site is saved 
a river roaring back to life 
a forest rising from destruction


My eyes are myopic
I don't want to miss the hues of vanishing 
sunlight, the folded wings of 
butterfly, smile of innocent child

I put too much meaning 
on an empty cocoon
broken feather on ground

and the miracle - watching that dew-
drop
on a blooming tiger 
lilies 



Posted for dVerse Poets, OpenLinkNight -  This is a late post for poetics of Theory of Everything and Anything - hosted by Merril Smith.   Come and join us for OpenLinkNight, when the pub doors open for poetry reading at 3pm EST.

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Elemental


Within me, new moon rises
with horns and head of the bull

That I am stubborn yes
But my late father says it is my strength

When journeys are darkly stark
I dig in, plowing & building lamp posts  

I am metal
Strong, steady as a bedrock

A home, with my nest egg  
pleases me.   At my core, heart of 

dragon's mother when the 2nd child 
was born in year of blue-green dragon 

I see Luck in my palms, 
specially during Autumn season

Venus rules me
Pining for deep kisses

Sensual as blood red flower
nectared by bees

And stitching contentment
with my love, scents of memory

delicate as white gold threads 
and sounds of violin strings at night  

Though gravity ties me to earthly concerns
I harbor words luminous by water's reflection

Painting images kited by air, I offer
not emeralds, but peace & kindness to friends

And if my Luck holds
My actions will be blessed by Full Flower moon 




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - In My Elements, hosted by Amaya.  Sharing a bit of myself using Chinese astrology, dominant elements and horoscope.  Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, May 9, 2019

the time of blossoming



wrapped in shawl of green
inside me white queen
waiting
in shadows to glean
slate of rain - its sheen
blazing
bare earth - velveteen
the trees pink wild - scene

of ardor, i lean
where red, blue birds preen
shaking 
feathers -  so serene
spring sun slips between
waking
inside me, white queen
wrapped in shawl of green








Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Lai and Lai Nouveau - Poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   Pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Poetry form is Lai Nouveau.    

Monday, May 6, 2019

an army rises




stir my senses
afire, I'm your presence
reinvigorated
unsettle my tongue
for taste of spring tide-
above raspberry brambles
  
with curled tendrils, I lift
my palms up
to stairways and turrets 
of your sky, 
where you

brightest of light & giver
of seeds,  
calls



Spring@Grace


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the given word:   UP.   I also love that movie, UP.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.  

Thursday, May 2, 2019

One spring day




morning mist  
bridal veils of white   
rain hymns on my cheeks

skirt me emerald green
with thumbs so new
dewdrops slip from my crown-


robe me blue
deep shade of lake
pregnant with reverence


slipper this path-
dash of yellow tulips & whiff of
pink magnolias

and I'll spin

in the jar:
birdsongs, cotton stars
and sun-roasted spice






                                               Blue-eyed wild flower, Riverwood


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight, Hosted by Lillian Hallberg. Join us with a poem when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

in the eye of the storm



fire is gone from your

     eyes

you, caught in tangle of fallen

     spires

have lost your sparkle, twinkle
  
    and stamina 

i don't want to know

    more than I need to

Inside, I'm also speared  

   shell in limbo

i 'm trying to find our ocean, 

    but the netting is heavy rope

in the flickering candle-

    light




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Theme is Limbo, by guest blogger M.   It is also 55 words, in honor of the late G-Man.   Thanks for the visit.

Monday, April 29, 2019

Picnic, Then & Now




That first year that our family arrived in Ontario, we were thrilled to picnic along with some friends during the summer and autumn months.  We excitedly visited parks and lakes for a taste of fresh air, sun and maple trees.   Four or five families would decide what to bring (lots of food and plastic ware) and then we will meet in the park with our young children.   It was fun grilling meat on barbeque pit, feasting on fresh fruits and vegetables, and most specially catching up on each other's lives.   The children played ball, and chased the birds and squirrels.  

How times have changed over the years.   We find packing and preparing food for the picnic now tiresome.  Since our grown up children don't join us, it is just my hubby and I hiking and eating our Subway sandwiches in the nearby park.  The lighter our load, the more enjoyable our walks.   We still reconnect with our friends by going to someone else's house and dine in the outside patio with catered food.   It is not the place that matters now, but the bond of friendship that we most treasure.    

two geese fly eastward
as April clouds blanket sky-
tulips budding - joy -


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Haibun Monday - That Picnic- with Gina as our lovely host.  Our theme for this week’s haibun is picnic!  Share with us a memory (good or bad or funny from a picnic – your haibun must not be fictional but a real experience!

Thursday, April 25, 2019

the (un-fairy) bartender listens to



Prince Henry, glass-eyed
with fetish for feet
-dainty-
but his search for bride
is futile, his pride
plainly  
lost, his friends would snide
He's love-struck moon-dyed
daisy!


Cinderella, she
is happy as bee
tipsy
as skipper on spree-
she crated to sea 
whimsy
dreams - Prince Charming - he -
a past, her soul - free 
gypsy


Stepsister, coiffed stiff
grumpy - date with quiff
missing
She's Insta-belle, biff
with her is death gif
Listen
No balls, just a spiff
on Tinder, star-swish
fishing


(Note:  daisy- urban definition:  to be lame and act in a grandma like fashion)
Posted for dVerse Poetry Form:  Lai and Lai Nouveau.  
Also late post for dVerse Poetics: Myths and Legends, hosted by Anmol.  

Poetic form is Lai.   This is our next poetry form, including Lai Nouveau, which I will be hosting.


This basic form Lai,comprises of a five syllabled couplet followed by a two syllable line. The number of lines in each stanza is fixed at nine and the couplets must rhyme with each other, as the two syllable lines must also rhyme. In English this line is probably the most difficult part of the poem.


The Lai is a very old French form and tradition states that the short line must not be indented, it must be left dressed to the poem. This is known as Arbre Fourchu (Forked Tree) there is a pattern meant to be set up as a tree.

The number of lines in each stanza is fixed at nine. The number of stanzas is not fixed and each stanza has its own rhyme pattern. The rhyme pattern is... a. a. b. a. a. b. a. a. b. 

Monday, April 22, 2019

spring rain



may it be
your laughter
that greets me
wide-eyed as ruby-cherise petals
opening their faces to

spring rain
storming dry garden with dewdrops
scent of magnolia, chorus of robins, owls hooting
from the distance

every morning 
may it be
(you)
eternally in spring time




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Merrill Smith.  This is a 44 word post, with the chosen word, RISE.  
On the occasion of my sister's first death anniversary.  Rest in Eternal Peace.

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

am i a sunflower too?



her voice, tear-culled, rose in steady pitch
hitting the wormy chair in frustrated bangs 

as if world crowded in, fire-dwarfed intensity
i lean in, owl-light eyes 

but she taproots me, darkness her refuge
i bluefish her deepest dreams, frog-purring  

your soul is she-bird
yes, you are

i offer her a wind's cocoon, scent of starblued
memories  

she marvels at my eggshell-wings and map-
inked skin, i wish-chime

sister, you also have your own cradle-petal wings
yes, you do

she lark-high out of the room, line zipping to sky-field
where sun is bell-voiced mama

embracing welcome, & kissing her dust-
tongued face





A whimsical write for Poetics Tuesday at dVerse Poets Pub- Love of words by guest pub host Laura Bloomsbury.    

Here is the challenge from Laura:
Verbing of nouns as well as the nouning of verbs, peppered with personification: “A slap of sea and a tickle of sand. A fanfare of sunshades opening. A wince and whinny of bathers dancing into deceptive water. (A Holiday Memory)

And last but not least are the word compounds. Here I’ve selected just 25 of the 350 or so hyphenated word-coining he employed: –
BELL-VOICED      CRADLE-PETALS       DARK-VOWELLED      DUST-TONGUED
FIRE-DWARFED   GRAVE-GROPING      HARE-HEELED           HEAVEN-CIRCLING
LARK-HIGH         MAP-BACKED           MOON-BLOWN          MUFFLE-TOED

OWL-LIGHT         RINGED-SEA            SCYTHE-EYED           SHE-BIRD
TEAR-CULLED      TIDE-LOOPED           WATER-SPOKEN       WHALE-WEED


For this Tuesday Poetics I’m asking you to write a poem using at least FOUR of the hyphenated compound words from the above list.  Employ as little or as much of Thomas’ other methodologies too as but most of all, let’s love the words!

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

April rain



you river me with life
stirring pulse gritted by sands
i bloom, wild as purple loosestrife

on grassy fields, i strive
leaving pathways of badlands
you river me with life

my scars receded, no longer strife
my bones knitted strong, see my hands 
blooming pink, as purple loosestrife

i potted thyme, parsley and chives
i kneaded bread, buttered thick in pans
you river me with life

with rain water fresh and rife
with dewdrops & sunsets, so grand
i bloom wild,  as purple loosestrife

past fades, withering dull knife
sky is gloriously hued, not bland 
you river me with life
i bloom, wild as purple loosestrife






Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Water, water everywhere with guest host Linda Lee Lyberg.  The theme we are to write about is life sustaining water, in any of its three forms- solid, liquid, or gas.  My poem is written in villanelle form as part of our Poetry Form.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Monday, April 8, 2019

spring serenade


You are
space between words
breath in necklace of blooms
glowing light as sky purples the night

If I (can) trace
your voice
would it be found in morning birdsong
or
hoots by owl under arching willow tree
or 
joyful echoes of wind serenades 





Picture by Grace@Everyday Amazing



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word ACE.   Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

The Architect



we hike on wooden legs
through labored gulps & pouring sweat
one step at a time

if we could, we would roll down muddy
mountain slopes, pebbles crashing on cascade 
we hike on wooden legs 

against majestic giant trees & rocks
nestling in silent hymns, we take in the vista-
through labored gulps & pouring sweat

canvas of green, dotted hills, lair of forest-
the panoramic view at the top, we swoon
one frame at a time  




Mountains of Alberta, Canada
From my summer album of 2017


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Cascade Poetics hosted by Amaya.   Our prompt tonight asks you to incorporate the word "cascade", or reflect on its metaphysical properties and what it means in life, or write a shape poem showing us a picture of a cascade. And, even though we're not technically "Meeting the Bar" tonight with a set form, a bonus challenge is to write a cascade form poem with however many stanzas you choose. 

Thursday, March 28, 2019

the choir of spring




paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs
to bouquet the sky of grey & icy nights-
spring awaits, choir of colors, firebox-

i watch the rain hammer the bare backs
of trees as sun billows behind bland whites-
paint me a mirage of purple and lilacs

my hands are tarred in disquiet sacs
viewing heads of dead roses, a fright-
where's spring, choir of colors, firebox?

my eyes are strained, seeing snow in cracks
of climbing walls & flower pots, knitted tight
is this season a mirage of purple and lilacs?

i count the hours where i'll sit on hammock,
read my books with slow pace and re-write 
spring's arrival with choir of colors, firebox-

the gem in my canvas of cottonwood & hemlock-
my footsteps turn to fancy and air light                                
paint me, in a mirror of purple and lilacs
as spring arrives in choir of colors & firebox!





An edited post for dVerse Poets - Villanelle, Poetry Form, hosted by Sarah Connors.   This is the 4th poetry form for dVerse and the link will be open for 1 month.   Join us with your villanelle.   

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

the map that changed me



I wear a coat of red
inhaling icy air of winter 
from Blue mountains to Lake Ontario
at 2 C, my skin is tough as maple tree

As I stand on top of Centennial park hill
a black hawk swirls above wind-tossed sky
my eyes scan sunlit cityscape   
from Mississauga condo buildings & houses
to the CN Tower at the distant Toronto City

This land is not a stranger
Not anymore, from falling autumn leaves to
maple syrup, to toque & snow pants, trees in
Riverwood Conservation and Halton Hills parks

Though Downtown Toronto is familiar work map
I love hiking along Credit River & Etobicoke Creek
rejoicing with orange breasted cardinals,
red winged blackbirds, swans and geese 
clawing and feasting on rain-soaked soil 

Over 14 seasons, I flowed 
into nature's cycle, a single raindrop 
into the mighty Niagara Falls, encompassing 
all our small beginnings into 1 mighty roar - home



Centennial Park, March 25, 2019



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Geography, Poetics,hosted by Anmol.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

black clouds



charred earth, i return to you
my voice hoarse as wind
murmuring goodbyes you don't hear
a fireball caught me

as my voice, hoarse as wind
was silenced by explosion
a fireball caught me
how was i to know death came

silently, an explosion
the sky was burning river
how was i to know death came 
from clouds, black by silt and stones 

as the sky turned to burning river
murmuring goodbyes you don't hear
from clouds, black by silt & stones, to
charred earth, i return to you



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Kim Russell.   
This poem is written for those killed in the recent Ethiopian airline crash, that killed 157 people on board. "Some family members have been given charred earth from the crash site to help remember their loved ones."

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

catching my silhouette


a black hawk
hunches inside of me

subway train grinds, 
moving the city 
in same direction
to east/west
then south/north



actually, the animal 
may be a giant whale
heaving one deep exhale

-who0000oosh-


overhead, perched on buildings 
are pigeons and gulls
scavenging scraps of bread
mirroring city folks, 
whose bodies move clock-
wise, counter clock-
wise

i listen
-hummmm-

of bees & hummingbirds
to murmuration of starlings
carrying me
to feet of wild forest 
to towering hair of willow tree



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetic Hum hosted by Gina.  I am always striving to hear my poetic hum above the noise of the city and my hectic work life.
The challenge:
What is the poetic hum in your life? What hums in the background of your life that inspires you as you unconsciously listen while you work and live? Is the drone always there or do you have to cultivate the inspiration?