Thursday, September 5, 2019

Smoke and mirrors




your words are smoke
elegantly cursive, seductive
at first sight.  your shadow
is gilded by moon-silver
and burning lies are painted 
festive sparklers to match your coat

you play with time, but time needs no coat 
to reveal your true desires under smoke
like curtains daggered to sides, faint
outline of you, plain to see, rusted
stripped away as when one holds shiver-
ing hands of a dying loved one.   shadows

grow from your eyes, spilling roses-
you drop your mask, unbuttoning coat     
showing me your mirror.   I am silver
by guilt, but here are words buried broke
awaiting light & forgiveness
and above all, love in all its colors




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Title inspired by our past poetics on this theme.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

a bottle of summer


you prescribed me
walk by maple trees
slow dance by creek

look, the sun is holding
a ladle of soup
to ward off the blues

of autumn-
color the flowers
fiery red, marmalade gold- sum-

mer pulses, caught in your canvas-
scent of fresh geraniums 
with burn of your kiss


Artist:   Beverly Dyer


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Michelle Beauchamp (Mish).  We are featuring the beautiful art work by Beverly Dyer.   Her sites:  https://artprescription.com/  
ETSY shop     


Monday, September 2, 2019

footsteps on the hill



We hike on man-made hill, overlooking the city.   The sky is muted blue-grey, with caramel  warmth of the noon day sun.   On this day, we are grateful for many things - one is a free Monday, instead of going to work.   We talk about what we really love to do and toil away our hours without regard for money - arts, writing, reading, craft and gardening.   How we would enjoy our days, dotted with activities that fill us, as homemade banana bread and hot coffee and chocolate.   Still, we are thankful for the steady jobs that we have, and that allows us to pursue with passion the "other stuff".  Around us, the leaves of the maple trees are showing rust - a sign that summer is ending. We sweat it out, up the steep slope, our footsteps crunching the pebbles.

birds and bees feast
on crab apples on ground- red
autumn wind is rising



Grace @ EverydayAmazing


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Frank J.  Tassone.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Happy Labour Day!

Monday, August 26, 2019

ice deep



encase me in your belly
down
deep 
basin of the lake

in stillness
hear sounds of
giant turtle, salamander,
turkey vulture-
gathering of burnt
corn, feathers,
bear skin

that crisp orange-yellow
of setting sun
doesn't ripple-melt me

i sleep
in the tranquility of ever-
                                      green 





  My photos of Lake Crawford, Milton, Ontario.
An Iroquoian village lived near this lake over 600 years ago.


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub  - Quadrille,hosted by Lillian.  This is a 44 word post with the given word - tranquility.   

Notes about Lake Crawford:  Meromictic Lake
The heart of the park is the eponymous meromictic lake: Crawford Lake. Do you know what makes this lake a rarity? The lake is deeper than its surface area, so the lowest levels of water are very rarely disturbed, and little oxygen reaches the lowest levels. It’s the unique qualities of a meromictic lake that led to an exciting discovery—where science unveiled local history. Researchers and scientists found ancient corn pollen deep in the sediment of the lake. The presence of corn meant settlements, and thus this began the research, which concluded, that First Nations groups settled in this area over six hundred years ago.

Thursday, August 15, 2019

canvas



come dusk, you cross stitch your words 
into canvas, musing if gold threads 
can appear from air.  you marvel 
at frayed hues of butterfly, black wings
of crows, perched on street lines- 
you wait as moon grazes the night sky

imagine- sketching your face in sky

with bonsai trees & feathers, words
buzzing in your ears, squiggly lines
twirling in sand dunes, what threads
can capture, hold this  - your wings
are edging you to unknown - a marvel

of stars & beyond, a marvel
of abyss, uncharted dark sky
you capture what you see, wings
clipped, broken, then free as words
you don't need a map to spool threads
what you need is space, no lines

as you paint on walls, out of lines
where boats tug wispy clouds, a marvel
to catch on shorelines without threads -
now, you are running breathless, sky
is grey, with need to plump out words
bigger than your canvas, your wings

wandering bring me hope, my wings
one day, will unfurl, wriggle past lines
of square boxes, marry words
with panache and spice, I'll marvel
at tiny beetles under sky-
all the hands that nurture, pulling threads

apart, until threads become lines
inking wings and forests, a marvel
to see -sky of birds, my body of words




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Sestina, Poetry Form, hosted by Victoria Slotto.   This is a my first work-in-progress sestina, so any feedback is appreciated.   This follows the pattern:

1. A,B,C,D,E,F
2. F,A,E,B,D,C
3. C,F,D,A,B,E
4. E,C,B,F,A,D
5. D,E,A,C,F,B
6. B,D,F, E,C,A
7. BE, DC, FA (The envoi of three lines with BDF midline and ECA as the end lines.) Note: The Poetry Foundation gives this variation on the envoi: FB, AD, EC. Use either one.

Monday, August 12, 2019

watching_protest march_



raindrops drip-drop-drip 
on roof as i eat  
words in safety of my home

but i know that smell-
streets crackling-exploding-burning 
with tension-    
                       firestorm

from afar

i wish you energy 
as you walk and let your
                        voices be your drum-
beats, blistering thunder-
claps across
                        mutinous         sky




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, a poem of 44 words, with the word, VOICE.   My poem is in support of the protest marches happening in other countries like Hong Kong and Russia.

Thursday, August 8, 2019

August moon





Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
Needle our eyes to star-burst night
Thump our chests, mired in hemlock & brine

Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
Draw green corn and grain on our palms
Our eyes are blinded by red summer haze  

Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
May we fish abundantly in lakes 
As tides bow, searching for your fullness 



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

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

summer light



The gravel sand clacks under my shoes
I walk up the uneven road, wildflowers
astray with bees and butterflies sucking 
sweet fragrance under warm sun
Each floating seed, spinwheel 
of cotton dreams, I inhale 
   it all

The city's skyline is haze of grey
Against field of green pines
Chickadees flit, soft brown coats
as I color each falling petal
crinkled purple, pink and yellow
until I am sun-smudged, light 
    as air



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Purifying the Mind, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.  Thanks for the visit.

Monday, July 29, 2019

Grandmother





i could paint you
dainty as lavender
and your cheeks
pearled pink peony

but it wouldn't be a true
snapshot 
unfiltered you
is freckled by sun

with hands
deeply-grooved
by changing sea tides

your words steady
as you crochet 
bedsheet with scent
of earth


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  This is a 44 word post, with the given word, FRECKLE.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Sayuri-san



what lies beneath your lacquered eyes, are you               
hiding a jewel, onyx as pain from                         
hundred lashes of an errant word. you brew                   
your secrets, guard your wide gold sleeves with cane    
has venom tinged your blood to rust, a bane                        
once, your laughter was black raven’s clone        
as you bargain with harvest moon for bones  
rise, dispel this ghostly ritual at night        
press your red hot lips against the limestone                  
unbound your robe & step into moonlight          


Photo credit: Totomai Martinez


Posted for OpenLinkNight - dVerse Poets Pub, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg - Form is Dizain The basic rules for the dizain are that it has one stanza consisting of 10 lines, with 10 syllables per line, and the rhyme scheme is ababbccdcd.