Thursday, December 1, 2022

an infinity of endings

 

you....   get roller coaster nightmares

(&) mutiny of blues & fire storm

-perfect for star-gazing-

for this gnarled gardener's hands

you...... forget - life is now - leaps into

empyrean of sunlight on fading grass

with the eyes of a child -

i inhale.... sweetness of soap & sunshine

of solitude 

Sunday is <lost> in books & clouds, forgetting time & Monday

i sink.... into blur lake bottom

you and i mirror yesterday>>>> in a swoop



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - In my end is my beginning, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.   I have taken the endings of my poems for the last months, and rewritten them into a new poem.

Thursday, November 24, 2022

a feast (a list)

 


my nostrils filled with spicy chicken soup, my fingers warmed by buttered bread

a foggy morning, clouds on my head, dewdrops on my feet

an upbeat R&B music, soft humming of appliances in the house

a winter blue plate, oiled by spices, white painted over cracks

the hush of the room, mess of clothes & accessories, smell of soap & towels

bare garden, a pot of spring seeds, soggy splayed summer leaves

an empty page of the book, unanswered questions, hanging conversation

the silence of trees & birds, scattered fallen leaves, broken flower shrubs

slow drip of melting winter ice, fading sunlight on walls, faint sounds of laughter



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

Thursday, November 3, 2022

november

creeps in, a foggy morning

a blur of maple & birch

leaves are falling into heap

weaving colorful & soft bed


do you recall the burning

fires of dawn, or the time we

went bazaar shopping for cheap

clothes, munching on sugar bread


but your face is blank, warning

me that your memories are

sliding into deeper sleep-

this is something we long dread-


in overcoming mourning

you forget - life is now - leap!



           Autumn leaves                    


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  The poetry form is a bref double form, with 3 quatrains and a couplet.  I have used the rhyme scheme of a-x-b-c for the quatrian and a-b for the couplet.  See you at 3pm EST when the pub doors open for more poetry.

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

travel note - dear sis (aug 1963-april 2018)

 

red hibiscus by the gate opens up

to the morning sun, each petal surging

with glorious energy


the house remains the same

as if you and Dad are still here


your photos, your clothes, travel albums,

Dad's electronic gadgets & records 

still litter the shelves & tables


its hard to believed it has been more 

than 4 years, with the graves (yours & Dad's)

carefully tended

with yellow bells and red flowers, and grass-


i see that the cemetary is being spruced up for

the visitors who will clog the markers & graves

with candles & prayers in remembrance

of the dead on Nov. 1

the tradition is to travel and visit 

with flowers, food, stories & merriment 

laughter will be heard

as it is

indeed a celebration


of happy memories

of friends and family connections


i came to visit quietly and briefly


your travel mementos are still gracing the walls 

your prayer inspired frames are still set up in the bathroom

your Zen-inspired garden outside the bedroom is thriving


though we are all moving on

we remember you and Dad with love



This is a follow up post to my original post titled, may you see field of tulips on your journey.


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Dia De Los Muertos, hosted by Mish.   Pub doors open at 3pm.

Monday, October 31, 2022

travel diary (+12 hr time difference)

 

i smell the green of tropical plants

under the unrelenting sun

humid air

perfumes

grilled seasoned meats,

rice rolled sweets, coconut-sugar treats


one scary note was

driving the car & sharing the road

with motorcycles bee-swarming

left and right-

you get roller coaster nightmare- 




Red Hibiscus


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   The selected word is SCARE, to be written in 44 words.  My post is a bit different from the Halloween theme, but its a scary reality when driving around the Philippines (and other Asian countries).   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  

Thursday, October 6, 2022

the bassist

 


unfinished music sheets & riffs

untied laces on messy floor 

unhurried words, disconnected  

unguarded, you could have fooled me


music is your pill, oxygen 

muffling all the suttered sadness

muscles uncoil, your fingers fly

mutiny of blues & fire storm




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Using the head rhymes in the Traditional Mongolian Meter.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm

Tuesday, October 4, 2022

the beats of the city

this city is a chameleon

one day, it is silver granite with shiny buildings

one summer dusk, it is festive & noisy with tourist buses

one October night, it is artsy, soulful with balloons & stage lights

one winter night, it is pristine snow & mud, booming with silence

 

blue-draped by Lake Ontario

this is an entry port for immigrants, 

a nook to find one's space & voice

a stairway to higher ambitions & studies


yet this city can be a deathbed

indifferent to the calluses of one's labor

a rusty knife to those needled arms

hazy with alchohol addiction

a bitter soup to the lost & homeless prowling

the train stations for coins


for all that it is, colorful & flavorful 

a blend of many cultures & languages

a peaceful bounty to the endless flow of refugees-

it is a steady rock


to the hopefuls-

this city is filled with second & third chances-

there is redemption 


that is, if you didn't knock yourself out

in the first round

-accept the gifts of failures & learn from it-


over time

for me, this city becomes a boat 

laden with coats, blankets, music sheets, silk

& spices from all over the world-

you ride along its sails

& draw & redraw your own map


& when you are sick of the city lights,

there is a road up north, filled with apple trees

-perfect for star-gazing-




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Allen Ginsberg and The Beat Generation, Hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Thursday, September 29, 2022

The pomegranate garden


Unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine
Unbound my hands, I am in search of garden
I am marking with red seeds, this path, mine

Not on your ancient books or shrines
Not on your laws with heavy curtains
Unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine

Your morality police lacks spine
My voice, my face etched with burdens
I am marking with red seeds, this path, mine

Searching for my own power & shine
Your cruel blows kill - I can't pardon
Unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine

Do you fear that I will get out of line?
I am Eve and Anahita
I'm marking this body with red seeds, mine

With sacred twigs & water from the garden
I'll draw rockets, stairways, freedom
I unstitch my mouth of black threads & brine
I am marking with red seeds, this path, mine



The Pomegranate Garden,” acrylic on canvas mounted on shaped wood panels, 74 x 57 x 8 inches

Inspired by the Iranian artist, Arghavan Khosravi, Colossal.



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Join us with your poem when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Have a good weekend!

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

seeds


within my gardener's pockets are seeds

i harvested all seasons-

round & small as buttons

flat & pointed as pins

white, brown, speckled, yellow, black 

or shiny and pearly

i have all the colors- 


soon, i will open my shed for more seeds-

mottled, scarred, rusty, half-pitted ones-

it comes

from all over my travels

i have kept them in the darkness for the season


but now it it time

to scatter them in the wide fields

all the seeds are covered with soil & water & compost

i don't know which ones will take root & grow

some will blossom in a few weeks with leaves

some will decay underneath the soil and never

even bloom


but this i know:  all are good 

so are the sky, sun, rain, cloud storms and creatures

pollinating and moving the pollen & grains-

there will be good fruits to harvest

there will also be plants to prune and throw away


one rotten apple does not mean the tree is not good

sometimes we just need to look for other good apples 

& often times finding one good apple is enough

for this gnarled gardener's hands



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  A discussion on Good and Evil, hosted by Punam.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  





Monday, September 26, 2022

early autumn

 



We walk on a few fallen red maple leaves.  It is still in the early fall season as most of trees have their leaves.   The leaves have started to change colors to pink lemonade, beige and honey, forming a delightful umbrella versus the grey sky.  We talk about how quickly summer time has passed as it was suddenly my dad's 5th death anniversary in September.   Time has softened the memories into an old movie projector and I can pick out the reels with happier and carefree times.  Soon, our footsteps lead us to a river, flowing with rhythmic beat to the wind.  


beneath the glass sky,

leaves spark a fire of colors-

river ripples, ducks- 



Posted for dVerese Poets Pub, Haibun Monday - September Song, with guest host, Xenia Tran.  The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.