Red Beach in Panjin, China
(Home to more than 236 types of birds)
I stand sea-
swarmed under mauve rose sky-
white wings folded
Under black crowns
I crane towards autumn canvas
wet of morning
rain, cupped majestic
by crimson sun shimmering salty
grass ripe as cherries
Night beckons
Plumed bright of rubies & garnets
My skin quivers
Everything pulses vibrant
bold
red
the only color I know:
You
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Hannah's Challenge
and Flash Fiction Friday - 55 red lettered words for the G-man ~ It's actually grey & cold here ~ Happy weekend to all ~
picture credit: Kirsten Wong
dressed with lemon,
garlic, olive oil & mustard-
a chef's delight
but i like you best
bare
sliced open under rough snake
skin
velvet ripe & creamy
belly
drizzled with sugar
& cold milk,
bowled dessert
of indolent summer days
plump smooth,
slivers of ambrosia
your taste is only rivaled
by my other childhood memory-
cloistered nuns
making candied purple yams
stirring over
& over
flaming giant pan until
rough fibers turn sin-
fully lush
as nectar oil
decadent food
for gods
hand-bottled for sale in market -
pear-shaped
your green womb
wraps me tight like seed
coconut-shaped
pining for tropical sun-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Modern Odes with a taste of Chile (Neruda Style) Taking a break from studying because I miss writing ~ Thanks for the visit ~
Picture credit: here
In storm's eye, houses fell as if they are matchsticks, burnt black, thinned of fire.
Streets awashed with debris, smelled of pissed fear & dead fish with blameless eyes.
She walks with her nose covered by towel, damp of tears and meal prayers.
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Your words a flint, hungry for air, reaches for my lips petalled of rain.
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - First 3 lines are about the plight of the people in the Philippines after the storm. My thoughts and prayers are with them.
Thanks for the visit ~
our toys don't live here
in this room labelled Fragile!
they are fence sitting, feet dangling
perched on an empty can,
waiting for a stone's aim
they are crouching behind
shrubs & trees & empty boxes
rubber band ready, stretched to
paper target, faking death on whim
they are hiding under beds,
behind cabinets, above the kite tails,
ready to seek shrill
You are It !
throw dice to lose a point
or advance a number on checkered board
loosely scattered like marbles
colored sun, sunflowers bursting -
toys snake up & down
in ladders until everyone gets 100 or heaven
is where we all play
princess with long blanket hair &
soldiers with plastic swords -
shake one hand fast:
paper, stone or scissor?
sometimes they're wood & sky
mostly scrabbled dirty
of ice cream & biscuits
these toys
are not for sale
for they're the chicken soup
of our childhood days-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Childhood Games & Toys
Picture credit: here
a flower is sinless
a flower is a blossom that contains brilliant
a flower is easy to make into a cartoon
a flower is chosen
a flower is given its scent by nature
a flower is born
a flower is an evocation to silence through the mask of language
a flower is the story of a disturbed little girl who sacrifices everything
to preserve the only life she's ever known
a flower is a lonesome thing
~Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Googlism - Selected from this word list ~
a flower is a thing of loveliness
the illumination of all the life that has preceded it
hold up a mirror to your soul to see your life more clearly; for in its shape-
a flower
is not just a flower
it's healing, also formed in garlic & chicken soup-
a beautiful thing:
a flower blooming
This morning, time ran out
without clothes & shoes
No explanations were given
in short meeting & email that followed-
I went back to my office cube
& checked my watch-
It was still stuck to one hour plus+
Like a stubborn dial or broken wheel
My 30 min. lunch break vanished in 1 min.
while my 10 min. advisor negotiations
ambled slow, stealing half of my day -
I fall into this hard-to-break habit:
Time
Per Hawking's theory
are of two types - real &
Imaginary (like a tea time to a child)
Tomorrow is a tyrant
if things aren't done today, so I
smooth yesterday's files into
wrinkle-free pages, as if time neither
expanded nor collapsed but held its breath -
I type my decision: No
change in the pricing! (Keep the client happy)
Then I think of pushing out
to sea in the boat & calling time out -
Why did you leave me here?
Stuck with box of hanger coats
They're a burden to carry -
But I hesitate
to scamper after time
yelling: Come & Be Happy here !
I'm rooted to this office
Where everyone invents & misses numbers-
Usual culprit: There wasn't enough time
4:00 pm
I go home & untie
time & space as if they're ribbons in my hair-
They scamper polka dotted marbles
Settling in their picture frames, contented -
But I'm not-
My poster reads - Don't Disturb me!
Into a "wormhole" (Hawking's term)
I slip slide slow
Reading words again
again
Now here lies a mystery:
Even at first glance
I know them intimately like a lover's body
Evening pulls
palmed milky, combusted of stars
I gaze at blue crinkling sky,
shimmering, an eternal pond -
today
i will light
a candle:
peace
i will be the
sycamore tree
standing tall
for brothers &
sisters, lost
& war-weary.
i will be the
shaded leaves,
sturdy bark of
home to those
who need me.
my trunk will
be hollowed
hearth to wings
& feet. i'll bade
my words soft
as wind, strong
as fire during
cold nights.For
today, peace
begins with me.
Posted for OpenLinkNight of Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Thanks for the visit ~
