Monday, August 13, 2018

Regurgitate




this emptiness
then swallow salt
as small bones froth with decay 
one last look

i let go {body}
box of sorrow  
after 17 days and 1,6000 km
sinks to ocean depths

i surface where my sisters
are frolicking in the dying days
of summer




Posted for dVerse Poets pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the chosen word - BOX. This is inspired by news of the mother orca letting go of her baby calf after 17 days in British Columbia, Canada.    

Monday, August 6, 2018

Haibun: Peace Memorial



My father told us stories about the World War II when Imperial Japan occupied the Philippines (1942-1945) and he and his family retreated into hiding in the far south, away from the city.  My grandfather worked as a spy for the Americans and being half-American, he was easily the target of the enemy.      

My mom's family on the other hand, had to burn their house.  A lot of houses were actually burned as they did not want the Japanese army to use them.   Those years were difficult as normal life came at a standstill and treachery was met with instant death by bayonet. Cruelty to citizens and lack of respect for women were the norm as evidenced by stories of comfort women.  So when the Japanese surrendered and left the Philippines, everyone rejoiced in the streets.  

Radio news would later on reveal the details of the full horrors of war and victory over Japan.  Freedom came with a price.   


i light a candle
for all war's dead - victims, soldiers-
ashen clouds linger-



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Peace Memorial - Hosted by pub guest, Frank J. Tassone.  We are commemorating Hiroshima Day with our own poetry! We are to write a haibun that states or alludes to either the Hiroshima attack, or one of the themes of the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Ceremony, such as peace, the abolition of nuclear weapons, or the horror of nuclear war.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Frozen glass (2)









Snowstorm poured - daggers -
Out{side} my window, a silver chandelier
Dripping dry ice >>  flawless as paragon  <<

Above ebony trees, the moon hides

< fat cheeks > slice of beauty -
Wind rides a black pillar this night
Wrapping [dead things] in resin & 
                                   //layers// of glass

I wait..... not for the thaw of snow 

But for the     << shattering >> 
Slow motion of loop  { arc of force } 

After my long guilty confession

My fingerprints stained of grease
I am caught inside this urn  { honed by fever } 
Encased in this   >nebula of darkness<

Light, [he stops me], shimmers bet-

            ween / / cracks 
The scars -- you carry never occurred 
but in your << heart << heart <<

Originally written here







Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Punctuation and Enjambment by Bjorn Rudberg. This is repost of a poem, edited with punctuation.  
Please join us when pub doors open at 3pm EST.    

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Sounds of Silence





on some good days, 
silence is a gentle
bed of summer
filled with whirling cotton 
puffs

but these times are few
as there sits this silence
beside me
digging into my eyes
(i can't sleep)
rifling me out of my ear drums 
of tranquility
& pouring darkness in the cracks 
of my skin-

sometimes it is a phlegm
that sticks to the tongue
i rinse with alcohol
drowning it with yellow-spotted pills 
but it   
keeps growing a music
of wailing wind, dripping faucet
& sobbing grave stones  
(i can't sleep)

how do you keep this silence
silent?   


Posted for the dVerse Poets - Poetics - Sounds of Silence by guest blogger Dwight Roth.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  For this write, I tried to get into the head of an individual with mental health issues/depression.   Thanks for your visits.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Forget-me-flowers



We chat over tea and maple biscuits 
as carnations & lilies deck the minutes
Your lips are red petals, fawning  
While my feet are wings, flitting 
happily as moths amongst tulips  
You pin a white clover into your hair
And tuck blue violets on your wrists 
Overhead, deadly nettle stings my neck
Igniting inside me, darkness, growing fire
Of barberry and yew - I'm sorry I can't offer you
the sweetness of roses, light of sunflowers
Here, take back all the flowers

And forget me, as I disappear, a scud
in the sadness of half-moon, shriveling bud





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - The Language of Flowers, hosted by Sarah Connors.  You can check for more information of the flowers and their meaning here.
Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visit.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Riverwood



Which way do I turn, if not, to you
Woodsy path is wild - wheat, grass, moss
Berries abound, colorful as birds
As summer mornings cool as iced tea
Under pines & sugar maple trees
River-bound, the air is pristine
Rebirthing within me, slate so green





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Septet (7 lines) poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   

Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Praying seven (x 7)




i didn't think of myself
-not in the beginning-
until he commended me -
chaste daughter, kind tempered, patient
virtues that he valued
as silky pearls, layer upon layer
-seven times seven-
shimmering under summer sky

the affirmation is I am
-an ending-
by what I have sacrificed 
laboriously, under repeated threshing
 -seven times seven-
my vanity, anger, greed, envy, sins
my life for his
until my caring hands wrinkled
husking the grains
and my voice became hoarse

following his
reciting the prayers
for the dying





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - 7 times 7, hosted by Amaya.  We are to write about seven virtues and seven deadly sins.  Please note that this poem is not about myself; just my reflections about gaining virtues.  



Monday, July 16, 2018

(a)new



grow me pleats 
of feather and wings
and an itch to fly
beyond blue lake

stitch me 
under swathes of monotones
a twitch
to gather colors 
beyond my borders

edge this pen of mine
with hollowness
with lack
needling me endlessly
until I'm (un)done



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Celebrating our 7th dVerse Anniversary!   This is Quadrille #60, 44 word post with the word "itch".   Join us as we open our pub doors after a short break!  See you at 3pm EST.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

unfinished





not river flowing but shallow pool
       of dewdrops
not colorless but midnight cocoon 
       under strawberry moon
not restlessness of wild season but slow 
       spring fire bubbling underneath 

silence is my companion
       not noise or music  
as i edit, shape and refashion
       this canvas
never complete nor empty
       ... just unfinished





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg - Using a prompt I missed before, Via Negativa - check it out.

dVerse will have a summer break from July 1 to 13, 2018.   Then on July 16, we open again to celebrate dVerse 7th year anniversary.  See you on July 16, Monday!!!!

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

the world inside/outside






i, the day
you, the night

i, framing the sky with questions
you,  paving it with silence

i, penning words bursting out of seams
you, painting abstracts serene as midnight stars

i flee from bees lusting for roses and summer blooms
you are drenched in rain from monsoon storms 

my sun rises in pink over blue mirrored lake 
your sun sets in scattered inkblots of mystery

time races when we kiss 
                                      and twist                                       
time pauses when we spar 
                                      and part

the sweetness and bitterness 
                                      drives us mad
we zigzag and go off course but 
                                      love circles back (to)
                                      
this world of us, inside you
inside me, this world of us




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Opposites Attract, or Do They?, hosted by Lillian.
Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.