Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Year Wishes

a cheer for you
i would tow 

a smile for you
i would throw

a lighter care 
i would cast

a deeper love
i would catch

a harvest of words
kind and hopeful

a basket of songs
joyful and true

along sandy shores
a  journey's  peace,
this day and tomorrow


Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Mini-Challenge for the New Year
In 15 lines:   the first 4 stanzas - 4/3 syllables; next 2 stanzas - 5/4 syllables; and last 3 lines - 5-4-6 syllables.  

Shared with The Gooseberry Garden:    Fairy tales, My First TimeHope, and New Year’s Resolutions

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a journey from here,
eventually gets us there
one step at a time


maps in our hands,
light is the care we carry
around tourist's spots


fireworks cheer the sky
travelling at speed of light
heavens ablazing

Happy New Year !!!

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Prompt is Travel

Friday, December 30, 2011

Ring out the Old, ring in the New

tick tock tick tock

my book is open, bookmarked page
I had wanted to read but until now
awaits for my attention, so fleeting

my pen lies on my table, as it has been
for the last months, still humming the
lyrics of the song in my head, unsung

my recipe book is dusty in kitchen shelf
papers hurriedly torn, pressed tight amidst
the jars, waiting for my yellow apron   

tick tock tick tock

the heavy snow fall after Christmas Day
reminds me of the season’s swift passing,
burying festive wrappers, in a blink of an eye

as the year comes closer to the end, 
I see unmarked days,  unopened letters,
as well as exclamation points, and smiley faces 

a good and fruitful year, despite sad autumn
and short summer, new and old friends keeping
company, while meeting challenges head on

the sparklers and blow horn are ready
for new year’s eve, a countdown louder than
church bell’s tower in downtown square

yes, I am all set to turn the page,
write my words, try new dishes to cook,
watch ice hockey games, shake more hands

tick tock tick tock

Happy New Year !!!!

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Mary's Mixed Bag
and Theme Thursday :   Future

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Vanilla sky

cold winds herald winter’s carriage,   
city skyline heaves in mushroom dust  


white is the night in december,
paler than the moon half dressed in black 


red rose bush stoops low on ground,
winter is a heavy child to carry


snow flakes blanketing car windows,
muddy prints against vanilla sky 

Wishing you Happy New Year !

Couplets poetry form:   Haiku (17 syllables)  

Shared with Flash Fiction Friday:   for the G-man.   We finally have snow.   It came after Christmas day.   Thankfully it is light and erratic but still the ice must be scraped from the car before the drive.   Thanks for the visit.

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Saturday, December 24, 2011


Christmas bells ringing
season's gladness covering
cold days and bleak nights

festive holly leaves
choir singing holiday songs
Christmas in the air

freshly baked cookies
topped with red and green sugar
sweets from me to you

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays !!!!

Posted for Haiku Heights:   prompt is Christmas
Shared with D'verse Poets Pub:   Christmas
picture credit:  here

Friday, December 23, 2011

Solitary walk

cold frost lingers morning air
like mantilla of an old Senora 
over candle lit cathedral pews

brown withered leaves scatter  
not along the confessional box,
but across trunk of fire trees 

shivering breeze puckers my skin 
but I care not, as long as yellow 
orange flowers singe my hair 

solitary walk is my sojourn 
vessel of loneliness, incomplete  
until i find my foot prints in the moor    

Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub:   Meeting the Bar - Contrast  
Poetry Jam:  Prompt is Solitary

picture credit:  here

Happy Holidays !!!! 

Saturday, December 17, 2011


To spread my wings and sail 
was what I wanted to do

To reach the rooftop on high
was where I wanted to climb

To ride the balloons and soar 
was where I wanted to flee 

But I didn't realize how far away 
it was until I fell and hurt my knees

The deep blue sea winked at me,
as I pondered on my direction

Am I fated to be just a simple dreamer,
or to go forth with wind under my arms? 

I didn't know myself until I slipped, tumbled,
collapsed, knocked over, along my journey

I thought I was the greatest skipper there is,
but I learned the best of me is still becoming.

My dreams await me,  take a look up the sky 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Out the Sketchbooks hosted by Brian Miller.  Written for my 12 year old daughter.
Also written for:   Bluebells Books - Short Story Slam

I like Tera's art that I used her other drawing for this post:

picture credit:  here

Far away

Dear Tom,

You can't catch me now, ha..ha..
Far away from the house, you see 
I was minding my own business
when a huge yellow and blue balloon
flew by the window.

It was so beautiful 
wanted to touch it and fly away too.
You have always told me to
seize the day, and go for it.
So I hopped on a leaf, and sailed
on strings and ribbons of my dreams.

While I am away, please don't touch
the cheese bits I saved under the stairs.       
And keep your eyes open for that dumb dog, Spike, 
while you are outside, looking up for me.     

Your buddy, 


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - poetry form is epistle (letter form)

Shared with Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden:  Children's Stories, Riddles, Counting Songs and Rhyming Lyrics for Young Kids   

picture credit:   here 

Saturday, December 10, 2011


buried under snow 
dusty road looks pale and lost  
trees shake in the cold  

white falling snowflakes  
veils the mud prints of journey
tomorrow, we walk

under covert sky,
we embrace winter's passing 
sleeping in her arms  

picture credit:   here

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Gift of Poetry

soft cadence of words
music notes in my mind 
one cold morning, unbidden

falls in my hands, like snowflakes 
caressing the copper leaves
veiling lush forest in white dust

quiet time of reflection, 
pulse to live fully in the moment,
before the winter past of regret

bury the sun freckled seeds 
under dark hollowed trees,
unknowing of its potent spell 

i open the poetry box 
and let its spirit wring my soul

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  A Gift

The itch to write came to me late last year.  After years of reading books, I was intrigued to try writing prose and poetry.   I am still learning the craft as I have no experience at all in writing, much less in poetry.    It take time for me to write (a torture I must admit) but the words have been flowing since I have learned to trust my muse.    The past months have been an exciting journey for me as I am trying out new forms and styles of writing.   Thanks for the visit.     

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Saturday, December 3, 2011


white space of silence
wraps the blue waters, colder
than winter's embrace      

yonder the rocks edge, 
lone sentinel stands erect, 
waiting for lost ships 

Posted for Haiku Heights:  Prompt is space  - Poetry form is haiku (3 lines)
and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  Prompt is Lighthouse