To the sea

take me to the sea,  
lay me down the sands


warmed by salt marsh snails and mottled weeds,
hollowed by the restless crabs and lonely footprints    


bring me far where the white gulls fly,
bonded to craggy rocks and cliff edge


then  


wash me in plumage grey,
wash me in sun webbed rays,    


my wingtips quiver for the sky   


  
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics: Patterns, Pictures and Poems - My writing is still influenced by Manoel de Barros's poetry. 


Everything from this place has a pact
            with birds.
Here if the horizon reddens a little,
            the beetles think it’s a fire.
Where the river starts a fish,
                        river me a thing
River me a frog
River me a tree. 



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Endurance

eyes behind thick lens,

he practiced long measured steps,

enduring silence 

~0~0

running briskly to

yellow line, endurance pounds 

one second harder

~0~0

there are no white flags

nor finish lines,  beginnings

draw out endurance    

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Endurance
and Haiku My Heart

Monday morning

ticking of wall clock wakes me,
its rhythmic sound a reminder that 
every second, every minute is gliding by. 


alarm rings once, twice, (and thrice even)
admonishing me to follow my morning routine.   
i prepare breakfast of cold milk and wheat cereals, 
topped with blueberries and sometimes, sliced bananas.


house is quiet, this moment of peace is mine.
though the morning light is still very faint,  
i read poems and allow the words to inspire my thoughts, 
and take me into new journeys.   connected with myself,     


at 7:15 am, i grab my car keys, lunch bag and coat,
ready for my city drive 


another ordinary day, 
same road, same driving lane,
same scenery, same office destination.


i feel very blessed this monday morning.

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Poetry of the Ordinary
and Poetry jam:   Connections

Blue rush

waves curl in blue rush

rhythm of sea, crushed cubes in

raspberry cocktail   

~0~0

blue is the morning

sky above coconut trees,  

seaweeds tangling shoe

~0~0

she wears a green dress,

white hat for St. Patrick's dance,

winter blues fading

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Prompt is Blue and Haiku My Heart
Happy St. Patrick's Day to those who celebrate it. 

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Queen of Haiku Challenge 2012

Thank you for the support and encouragement you have given me.

I appreciate this very much !

Congrats to all the winners, and challengers who participated in this month long haiku writing challenge hosted by Someone is Special.

King of Haiku Challenge:   Ramesh Sood of  “A Little More than Ordinary “

The Cheerful Challenger:  Becca of  "On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea" 

Star Newbie:  Asni of  “A Walk in My Heart“

Favorite Challenger:  Pranali of  “Blank Verses and Invisible Lines“

The First Sweet Challenger:  Leo of  “I Rhyme without Reason“

The Last Sweet Challenger:  Blossom Vydrina of  “The Otter’s Holt“

http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2012/03/haiku-challenge-2012-winners-highlights.html

My journey in this challenge is here. 

Poetics: In 1999

white sand crunches as i walk 
deserted beach of bamboo huts
it is quiet except for crabs scuttling 
under wooden boats, painted bright  


i relish the lazy morning blue
a vacation to my birthplace, and family
reunion to honor a matriarch's 80th birthday
an opportune time to spend the last days of 1999


before the clock starts the countdown,
before the papers on my desk pile high,
before days become four seasons and cold,
before nights turn purple and restless,   


i amble along the sandbar, white and empty 
just like the coconut thatched rooms, bare
essentials, yet I have what I need:   scenic views,
dad's funny tales, mom's stories, enough to fill pages


of children's books we never got to read,
not even the millennium bugs in the narrow beds
bothered me, because the end of the world is coming, they said,
so I listen instead to the rolling waves in my sleep


soothing like the water rustling under the river slats, as
fish catch from the sea becomes our dinner or lunch, fresh 
just fire, and leaves for aroma, and tropical fruits
even the goats and dogs join in for the feast,  


like the two European bikers, with their backpacks,
eating with eager hands, while drying clothes in the sun
reaching to sample the simple joys of life in the road,
embracing the sun and wind in their travels, pulse


of the sea and land on sun-hued cheeks,   
reconnected, refresh, beginning not ending,  
  
i walk back to the wooden boat waiting for me.


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics:   1999   :   Sharing a wonderful memory of this vacation.  I had to include the sea food as until now my sons remember the fresh taste of this catch.   Thanks for the visit. 


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Childhood

eyes of innocence

childhood curiosity, bright 

dandelion seeds

~0~0

children in the streets

playing ball, tag, running free,

bells pealing laughter

Posted for Haiku Heights # 110 Childhood and Haiku My Heart

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Bridge

i burned a bridge a long time ago


it was made of wrinkled steel, pearl dust marble, and 
tainted silver to hold trailer trucks, coast to coast


grizzled drivers kept their eyes on the mirror, cautious
while some young guns weaved in and out of the lanes


unaware of mortality by the next curve, or pain
from a missed turn, it always happen everyday


i heard it on the radio, a collision or an accident,
or i passed by along, coldly detached, shaking my head


at my high car insurance premium bill,  price of gas, price of living 
in this city of cement, where a second or seconds too late


may mean a difference of going to my office on time, or
getting crushed by fast lane, fast food and endless lists 


of things to do, whistling car noises cut my reverie of words
rolling from my tongue, i kept trying to remember their taste 


did i give you a good-bye morning kiss, or said i love you 
yesterday or maybe the week before, i don't recall anymore  


while running after work deadlines, striving to earn points,
pacing my goals one green light at a time, i 


turn to look at my blind spots, before I switch lanes
to another bridge,  I see, I see

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Awareness of the Experience , hosted by Sheila Moore. 
Roads and bridges speak to me as I drive to my office morning and afternoon.


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Fate

fate is a leaf thrown

whirling in the wind, falling 

cup of blueberries 

~0~0

fate is a coin tossed

heads or tail on palm, waiting  

yellow cab departs 

~0~0

fate is skin colour 

like orange rind, not the seeds

green watermelon 

Posted for Haiku Heights:    Prompt # 109 is Fate and Haiku My Heart


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