Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Starry night

                                                     "Starry Night"   Vincent van Gogh

starry night  
above rice fields, hills,  
white summer


shooting stars
lighting midnight sky,
lantern sun


wishing well
pocket full of coins,
moonlit face


midnight dance   
full of promises, 
starry night

and for Theme Thursday:

ice cream swirls
chocolates, mints, nuts,   
melting blues 

melting blues
topped with strawberries,  
sweet as you

Posted for Poetry Jam:   Painting a Picture
Tackle it Tuesday:   Shooting Stars 
Theme Thursday:   Ice-Cream

Sunday, May 27, 2012


                                                                                      © Daryl Edelstein

i wanted to write about 
broken nose, splintered red cheeks, 
rough rat's hair and pebbled forehead
and how tough as a glass I am

but ever since I met you,
all I wanted to write about are fushcia and violet blooms in garden,
and how soft the sands are in my hands,  
I became whole again, 

In love with life

Linking up:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
and One Single Impression:   In love with life

Visit Philadelphia's Magic Garden to learn more about Isaiah Zagar and view Daryl's gallery HERE

Friday, May 25, 2012


pink petals
cleaving fragrant drops,  
joys of spring 


music sheet
full of heart shaped notes, 
song of joy 


wrapped in pink, 
she swivels and turns, 
mother's gem 

Commentary:   I was specially touched by Tarun's haiku for me ~ Thank you

Calm like a mother
you taught me this enchanting art
my haiku mother.

(I dedicate this haiku to you Grace for you have taught me and at times corrected my haiku. I have never seen you but I know that we have a heart-to-heart bond like a mother and son.)

Posted for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart 

Picture credit:   Reena of Missing moments 

Thursday, May 24, 2012

The eye

white computer screen 
trains eye to spot the box edges, 
grey walls with polite glances and gestures

summer sun invites, glitters office window
a co-worker said she walked outside for a break
beautiful day to catch blue butterflies and goldfish

it could have been winter
mind on the cube full of files and sheets,  
details today, breakfast meeting tomorrow

black cane in hand, he proudly smiles 
as he wraps himself back to work like a busy bee, 
regained health now precious as a white diamond

i search while driving the busy freeway, moody as a crab,
ignoring thirst for cold yogurt and freshly buttered croissants,      
mind wanders on foot, overtaking huge trailer trucks  

full of merchandise, sales goals, expectations, hellos 
and goodbyes to busy people revolving the office doors, 
while my eye follows a seagull soaring above the orange lit sky 

gliding over the creek, a flash of silver plume in forest wild, 
it is a beautiful day 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Stream of Consciousness Writing

picture credit:   here


Wednesday, May 23, 2012



it is much more than just 
hurtful words
spiteful taunts
aggressive actions 

maim self esteem
destroy self confidence
strangling faith with a rope 

k i l l 

Say NO to Bullying !

Commentary:  I like that the Catholic grade school of my daughter is taking time out to teach the children about bullying and how to handle it.   They even provided a telephone help line to talk and report such bullying incidents.   My daughter has been intimated by an older female student before but she showed her claws in one encounter, so now they largely ignore each other.  My older son had fought a bully in the school ground, with a crowd watching, when he was young.   After this incident, he was never bullied again.   Is this the way to handle bullies?   I don't know but as a parent, I always tell my children to let us know if they have problems with anyone and to discuss it with us.                       

Linking up with  Poetry Jam:   Bully and  Theme Thursday:   Community

Monday, May 21, 2012


under leaf
frog hides from the rain,
falling bricks    


the garden
awaits pouring rain,
empty cup 


tiny frog 
jumps into the pond,   
dry of rain   

Posted for Tackle it Tuesday:  Chevrefeuille's Prompt is Frog
Poetry Form:  Haiku

Picture credit:   here  

Saturday, May 19, 2012


the creek baits this spring morning
its gentle water rippling the cracked stones,
unbroken only by gulls catching the sun rays

I sit on the large boulder, casting out my fishing tackle
for school of fish, a broken twig or maybe a maple leaf
drifting above the overgrown moss, wild and untouched 

words crawl out from under pebbles, behind the forest trees, 
squirming past the squirrels, bounding after a woodpecker,
running the wooden trail, until they sink in my lap, drowsy

life is everywhere, not just a benefit in my office file, 
health is precious, not just a number I add up in my analysis sheet,
family means bonding, not a cause for declining a small case  

I angle my face to the calm wind,  flowing water    
standing, I throw my catch back into the sleeping creek,
cutting net, I know they will find me when I need them   

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics:   Tools of the Trade 

I walked with my son and daughter to the creek this morning.  What a lovely spring day ~

Friday, May 18, 2012


lush forest
brimming black verses, 
pining heart


pines in the forest
flaming red in misty wild,
ink of my black pen 


pine for the blue sky
white geese flying to the sun,
new page in my book

Posted for Haiku Heights and Poetry Jam:   Where is your forest
And Haiku My Heart

picture credit:  here

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Forgotten meal

                                                                          The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin

She places her half eaten guava on the table 
with a knife, she starts to slice the bananas, 
into the bowl of sweetened coconut milk, 
when she hears the music booming in the streets   

Putting down her apron, she stands up to peer
through the gates, where drums and dancers beat to the hot sun   
Banners and stilts proclaim the festival of the mother moon

Running to her closet, she unwraps the headdress and red clothes 
In the mirror, she sees a butterfly, gliding and swaying in the air  
With a smile, she goes out into the crowd, clapping her hands 

Twirling her arms to the rhythmic beat of native song,
She forgets the meal, the strings of duties that engulf her day
Specially on this day       

                                                                        © Peggy Goetz: Chinese Dancer

Happy Mother's Day ~ 

Picture prompts:   The Mag 117 and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads 

Friday, May 11, 2012


mask of fear   
cold as biting ice,   
stills the lips   


we wear mask     
like thorns of roses,      
weary heart  


face of faith  
serene river edge,    
one strong rope  

Posted for:   Haiku Heights 
and Haiku My Heart 

picture credit:   here

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Tea cup

light reflects table
wired by laptops, phones, music
cyberspace, twitterverse news sweep
the room in tidal waves
but for this corner
inside tea cup of
cherry and plum blooms,
hums a monk’s prayer
dwells a river
flowing with the wind  
pulsing with questions
with answers
I have yet to find   

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Machine dreams
picture credit:   here

Friday, May 4, 2012


one hour
can move turtle slow,
ice melting 


one hour
can speed like a train,
circus rides


an hour  
writing poetry,
red blooms burst     

Posted for Haiku Heights:    Hour  
and Haiku My Heart