Monday, October 19, 2020

Autumn Sky

 

when cold wind settles, blanket

of paraffin wax

on sogging stalks 

                             & petals


i throw my words up in the air

& see how some turn to russet, 

   gold

& pumpkin yellow

my eyes see                the magic


fleeting sunburst 

              magnetic pull of

                                    autumnal light



Autumn @EverydayAmazing




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This post is 44 words, with the given word, MAGNET.  Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.   

Thursday, October 15, 2020

October pantry

 

Salt and pepper clouds on pewter sky

Thick marrow, mashed with maple syrup

Pumpkin skinned rhubarb and apple pie 

Drizzled curry and thick cream on vegetable soup

Fallowed leaves on twigs twisted in cinnamon bow

Bitter chocolate, cold wine, pints of sorrow on 

fallen pine cones

Harvested pots of color:   russet, crimson,

lurid yellow, blazing sepia & burnt amber on shelves

Faded photographs of black crows, echoes 

of requiem mass




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.    Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your comments and visits.


Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Food for the soul

 

red maple leaves

blazing fire & frisson

feed

this simple soul


quiet space is growing

as autumn grips the sky

copper & russet 

we fall

on bed warmed by hikes

our footprints invisible

by dying sun



Autumn Leaves



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Three Little Words by Sarah.  

I chose:  Feed.Quiet.Copper.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

Thursday, October 8, 2020

Hope is a suffix with plexiglass

 

hope is free

hope is a breeze across an open field

hope is a spoonful

of trouble, laundry detergent & rain clouds

hope is tea

spilling on my hands

steeping my words with prefixes & suffixes

hope is you, 

in you


hope is the sun-

dress, flowers, shine, burst

of glass

when hope is lost

hope is a hoax

hope is not enough

hope is a golf ball

hope is a letter that never arrived


hope is (not) a thing with feathers

that sits on my table with porcelain doll

hope is a verb

hope is a muscle,

lungs, legs, arms, wings, claws, fingers

it is young woman who calls

Animal Services for help, waiting beside  

a convulsing squirrel on the side street




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- MTB, List that Google Gives Us - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  I used the tool, googlism to spark and find my poem.   

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Ballad of Jack & the Fish

 

His name was Jack, trader & trickster

Of perfumes & tarot cards of death

Carrie was young, dolled in her sister's

grey clothes, carrying basket of baby's breath


They met under bony tree, dire of pears

To exchange a letter sealed by candle wax

With a grin, Jack bowed with gentleman's air

And she smiled, preening feathers & flax


Her purse full, she'll meet him by lodging house

Tomorrow when the night is grey silver

And air is wanton whiskey & roasted grouse-

Jack rides off, salivating with thoughts of glitter 


On a flesh cuddly soft as baby

Her swan neck, arching for fool's gold

Wait, what's her name?  Jack's brain was hazy 

His chest were knives, pressed so cold


With these blackouts, he was lost fish

Palm readings to find his landing, so tragic-

Carrie walked towards the market to buy fish

hooks.  Her dagger & cord, ready to work magic




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - You Want It Darker, guest hosted by Lucy.  Dark themes in ballad poetry form.   Thanks for your visit and comments.  

Monday, October 5, 2020

Threads

 


my tongue is spooning pumpkin soup

      & warm bread 


wrap me 

not with wrath of pandemic's

      second wave

nor with skein of its affliction 


but with blanket

knitted soft as sky of maple leaves

       red-smocked by evening sun 


threading deeper unto shadows 

of trees



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, where the given word is Blanket.  This is a 44 word post. 

Thank you for hosting Merril!    

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Woman of the Tree

 

her ribs came from wood

of sufferings, swollen with moonlit tears


her eyes reflect solitude of woods

her arms softest of fiddlehead ferns


yet her fire from failures

carves her path now


into the next journey,

she is resolute, as her mother


& grandmother have been, welding 

her words to burn at every dawn 



Tree Sculpture at Mississuaga Park


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight, hosted by Mish. Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.   Thanks for the visit and comments.   


Thursday, September 24, 2020

Appled in the city

 

i wear my mask & shop in my grocery store

fresh fruits & veggies & locally produced meat 

on top of my list

i inhale the scents, imagining earth's fertile soil

basking in sun, spices & oils


but this routine chore is a madman's maze 

of confusing marketing pitches & items

as i am aware only too well

of what it takes to bring food to my home


there are deceptions at work in the process

to make the fruits super-sized & fresher than they are

to sell meats and milk as organic when they are not

to push for colorful packaging over bland & nutritionless items

at worst, we are vulnerable & misearable as chickens 

packed in industrial farm


I know that i chose this life in the city

so I go on inhaling industrial fumes 

while hopscotching over sugar-laced snacks & drinks

only too aware that others go hungry & live with the

foreshadowing of war above their homes  


i am blessed to protest in my own way

while continuing to educate myself about food safety & fraud 

if you can, speak up to your local community

before we all turn to codified shell-empty flower cuttings




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Protest Poems - I have chosen the theme and issue of food safety and fraud.   Please join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.


Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Keeper of secrets

 

the days blur in sulfur  

time is raging sky of crimson & smoke

and come nights

your eyes are teacups of insomnia 


the intensity of your secrets eat you

your dreadful premonitions wither you

as if all your life events

are open book somersaulting in street corner


bring the watcher

he is a guardian riding on swallow's wings

he hands over the

key of the moon to


you

& you 

are hallowed in silence, 

made of candlelight

& cosmic heartbeats


catching feverish dream of cathedrals afloat in the universe





Posted for dVerse Poetics:   Let Your Words Be Your Paintbrush, hosted by Lillian.  We are writing about the work of artist C. Welz-Stein.  Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm.  Thank you.

Monday, September 21, 2020

Choose your spell


when days are stretched taut as strings-

when nights are purpled in turmoil-


remember that you wield

color of your sky-dome


blue as silent lake 

calm as palm of deep forest


or


grey-metal, sawdust of despair

in storm-drivelled clouds


or 


pumpkin-pixelled

coaxing sunflower spells



Sunflower by Grace


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, SKY.  Thanks for the visit and comments.   

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

September Sun

 

It seems as though you are still summer

Running across wheat-rippled fields

Blowing dandelion seeds  

Your bag is treasure hunt:

twigs, warbled flowers,

bugs, budding things-

mud-stained gifts

Your smile-

sun


First line of my poem:   To the Light of September by W.S. Merwin


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  9 Across for a count down, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. A poem in nonet form.   Thanks for the visit.

Monday, September 7, 2020

autumn's bed

 

i palm daffodil bulbs with shrivelled 

leaves


it is time:

spading the rain-soaked soil,

i seed golden orbs with roots


on black-thumbed bed, 

underneath roses

threading death-stoned husks


night blankets quickly as sunlight 

mellows-

i mutter spring's magic


on wooden fence, chickadees are

eavesdropping 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Quadrille, hosted by Kim M. Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, eavesdropping.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Thursday, September 3, 2020

Sepia dreams

 

we are tinged by melancholy

of summer's end

we watch blooms fall, faint

as whisper as wind tarries by


lavender mirrors your face

as tides ebb & flow

autumn approaches with slow

feet, sweeping sepia tones


over green hills,

potted mums & ripe berries

black crows watch on sidelines

as light & clock winds down


we walk on exiled dreams 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.


Tuesday, September 1, 2020

Midnight sky

love, come

midnight sky is moon-dewed

       under a colony of stars


darkness fades

as you trace fragrant words

       upon my skin


your kiss is blade of cognac

pulsing beneath my chest

      slurping, feasting, beguiling


burn the night

ocean-silk between my thighs

      staking my every sigh


cloving my every word

     with wild murmurings of wind     


And I will blaze

open, a pink-cherry blooming

     with all fire in me



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Exploring Erotica as a Literary Genre, guest hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   I prefer writing sensual poems with lots of metaphor.  Thanks for joining in.   

Thursday, August 27, 2020

Chrysanthemums

 


We beehive in the room

Lemonading & plumming our wine glasses

Smoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools

Mapled by empty butterfly cocoons

Then, a sudden rain octupus the sky

We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds

Our voices frogging with ripe peaches

The hours humming, scent of petalled mums




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Verbing hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.


Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Rust


the sunlight on your face

wheat-golden as new day

grains of honey sprinkling oat milk sky

i fall into trance

these plum-kissed blooms

enticing blustering wind

to hiccups & heaves on leaves

edging with first rust of autumn 




Posting for dVerse Poets Pub- Waiting on Wheat, with guest host, Rosemarie Gonzales.

Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit!

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

You & summmer

 


You are wrapped in clouds

Wearing a face mask

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled

You reel in fishbones & blues

While reading palms of dreamers



I pen my canvas

with the last of summer warmth

My feet on fallen crab apples

Caterpillared by sudden rain 

Clowning happiest with sounds of your laughter 




Line:   Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled

from You're by Syliva Plath


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Clowning around, by Lisa Fox.   Thanks for your comments and visits.

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.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

Cicada


you own the night with your voice
drumming our flesh with city vibes

the moon beds you with starlight 
& silverdust, we turn to moonflowers

yet your eyes are bright sun-
flowers even when your bones

are weary, your breasts are heavy
with scars, still

your words are warm honey
& herbed tea, spooned by kindness  

as you watch over the vessel of your
bloodline & friends vine in tangled joy

now as our hands are weeping
we're also smiling with birdsongs of your memories

i breathe 
your spontaneity & zest for life

there are no black or white lines
only colors spilling out from pen & lens

rest in peace, friend



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenlinkNight.   Please join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.  This poem is in remembrance of my school mate who died this week.   

Thursday, May 28, 2020

summer flowers



the summer heat
dries the dandelions to white whiskered heads

peppermint leaves scatter
their fragrances across fences & empty husks

lilacs and forget-me-nots 
are swaying to blues, bees & birdsongs

my room is filled with long
fingers of the sunrays & wheat grass 

i drink the darkness
at last, slurping its cold sweet juice

the moon is young
flower breaking out from its silver seed

with the stars & bright planets in sky
my dreams are teal, my words are nectar




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenlinkNight.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.


Tuesday, May 19, 2020

language of pandemics



i paint

our words to be a virus
our words to be a vaccine

our words to be host cell 
our words to be N95 mask

whether you are asymptomatic
or symptomatic, our doorways are alike

from graffitied city streets
to funeral parlors with 10 chairs

let's socially distance
via zoom meeting with sun-

flowers stuck in our hair-
sending crownlit poems from our windpipes-





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -About Portals, hosted by Anmol (HA).
Thanks for the visits and comments.




Monday, May 18, 2020

summer nights



i taste the skin
from summer fruit
the juice sticky

on my lips  
as sliver of light
glaces the room

you are fixated:
crystals & mirrors

or is it
murmurings of trees 
you hear

pressing on
& on

i gulp down 
2 red pills




Posted for dVerse Poet Pub- Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post, with the given word, FIX.  Thanks for your comments & visits.

Thursday, April 23, 2020

for curbside delivery




under the wave of writing
fog, i set an alarm:   to persuade
believers,
invisible enemies in
Stalin's Court of Red Tsar,
the spies in Hitler's inner circle
seeking Allah,
finding Jesus

what are 7 secrets of persuasion?
I turn to the African Samurai
for answers
he, black warrior
is silent
truth is best served, with starving mouth



My hubby's books


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Finding poems in Bookshelves (Spine Poetry), hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  I added my own lines in the available titles. 
Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Death-song


my hair
bathed in snake's oil under pink moon
my skin
a blasphemy of brine
from slaughtered bones & tusks
watch me
glide wearing the red
crown of destruction

count your hours
because i will smother your every
breath
weigh your coins & fancy
clothes because i will empty every
streets & buildings you have polka-stamped
your name

i will slither-slit
lungs of your weakest lot & then
i will come for
you

the death-song
pealing in your marbled churches-
the nightmare-beast
clawing your heart to stillness-

you own nothing
in this plague of war
but a mote of dust
leave me
alone
until my very own children

come
& kill me


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, in the time of the plague, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Pub doors open by 3pm EST.

Monday, April 6, 2020

waiting for the curve to flatten (& fall) --->



pair of chickadees 
are busy
building nest of twigs 
daffodil shoots are opening 
to sunshine, dewy-eyed 

our windows are closed 
 - shoes boxed - jackets folded -  
tucked away 
as house becomes 
 - fortress - 

we hide here, 
counting cases  
 - fatalities/country -
with gloves
 - masked -




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.
This is a 44 word post, with the given word, CLOSE.   See you when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.    Hope you are all safe!!!   

Monday, March 23, 2020

a symphony at the park



blue sky, fresh cool wind,
afternoon sun on my face -
seagulls shriek, trumpets
over empty streets & tracks
above stadiums deadly quiet

ducks swimming in ponds
geese swooping from sky, thunder-
bolts of wings, symphony
of robins and cardinals -

magical season, i am spring



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -Quadrille, hosted by Linda Lyberg.   This is a 44 word post, with the given word,  MAGIC.    Pub doors open at 3pm EST.   

Thursday, March 19, 2020

today, i am a daffodil



the world is a globe
of swirling dust & dead leaves
covering the streets
empty of cars & bustle of city

i hold it, slanting
to where a single sheen of light
glows & spreads
its palette of hues & birdsongs

tiny buds of daffodils,
moss & wild blooms
are birthing, babbling
with smell of earthworms

rhythm of life surges, swells
with measured beats
listening to ancient call of earth
                                                      & i follow



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - We are open to read your poems.   Come and join us when our virtual doors open at 3pm EST.   Stay safe and healthy.

Monday, March 9, 2020

at the turn of clock, ontario lake is



gorgeous in blue
stirring the swans, ducks
& birds in flight

cool wind rocks sassy dance
with sky & shoreline
undulating in endless
churning waves & foam

spring arrives (here)
mapping seeds, vines & petals
tilting our faces to brighter days



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post.  The word for today is STIR.

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Spring wishes





Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds
Swirl last snowflake to dust, grey to green buds
Our skin is pale moon under pewter sky   
Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds 
Soak our words with birdsongs, maple & spice 
Our faces are flowers, dewed by dusk



Posted for dVerse OpenLink Night - Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.
Thanks for the visit and comments.

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Helianthus annuus




you shape my face
by light
you spice my lips
of storms

my stem reaches to sky
wrinkling gradient of darkness
to brightest shades 

you fill my cheeks
of seeds & quills in
perfect symmetry & florets

in swirling harmony-
a flower, cluster of flowers, crown
of flowering spirals, bouquets of sun-

shine
for you-




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - To be a flower hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3 pm EST.

Monday, February 10, 2020

s p a c e s



you keep filling pages
with words
gridlines
& quotes

i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
and small birds spiralling out
at slightest sound

time is slow burn
stretching unscarfing in 
quietude of evenings

here are spaces within me
that are
                       just


                               




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

Thursday, February 6, 2020

February



The bones are still canvas
knuckled & chaffed dry by winter chill

Not a leaf, not a petal tarries by
only the roots hidden deep, knits

the pattern of light & shadows
the memories of fullness of moon

as seeds dream of sweetest fruits
and vines drape their fingertips on empty husks

I trace the chords of 
maddening clouds & tumult of dying sun 

There's a grumble of hysteria underground
I can't wait to scent the delirium of first blooming



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Please join us with a poem when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

secrets of the moon


the night draws its own
delicate calligraphy on velvet sky

the flock of birds follow the invisible
lines, bows and arcs 

i roll over the letters
wafer thin as fading leaves & catch

the breeze of winter ice & maple trees-
what is hollowed, whitened out blank page

expands and surges out with fullness-
though i try, i can never grasp 

the moment's infiniteness 
the perfect arrangement of words

and that may be a good thing  
lost in mystery 

you rub stardust on my palms
and whisper your secrets 
                                        to the moon



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - "Secrets" Poetics hosted by Merril D. Smith.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

Monday, January 13, 2020

(again)



you 
are the opaline clouds
salty foam from the roar of the ocean waves
beating my wild moon heart

and if i have to choose 
you (again)

i'll embrace your dewdrops
absorb your words as rain
and brush your ash over my singed skin 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chose word, ROAR.   Thanks for the visit.