Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Winter's shattered sky

first blush of snow
tinges white porcelain dust
on shriveled earth,
loud hateful words tangled with smoke-
where is south wind to lift gloom away?


night chills our bones
tired with drawn out war striking
streets to ghost towns,
winter comes with shattered sky-
where is blue moon to drown our aches?


take these broken parts
and hammer them to a canvas
with winter's fire,
your hands are a gardeners'
blooming each fragment to petaled sun-

Israel Artist Zemer Peled

Posted for OpenLinkNight - D'verse Poets Pub ~  I am on a short study break but will be around to visit ~   Happy Thanksgiving to our US friends ~

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Soup for today

a maple leaf falls
on bench, wind-swirled, sun-creased 
I heard a leap of faith  

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

I inhale autumn's air
it is melancholy lilt as sun
browns the last leaf to gold
and russet

I gather fallen cones
cold as red-winged feather
along with decayed blooms
scented with rain

I brace myself for winter's
onslaught but today, i inhale
crisp air deeply like a warm
freshly bubbled soup

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight hosted by Abha ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Season of autumn

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

Give me dawn on teacup
Fresh as blueberry jam on toast
My morning weaves cold breath
Bluer than last leaf hanging still

How many more apples will leap
from boughs to wet groundswell
How many more nights will grey geese
bear before it flies away

Darkness is not just a color
It's a veil of silence 
I break it by writing on paper
Calligraphy or ink

I marvel how trees are baring
Their slender limbs & empty pockets
And everywhere the leaves
draw red war paint on their faces 

As if life's party is on streets
And sidewalks, merry parade
Before all the fruits whittled, slushed 
To ground for spring's harvest  

Who is counting the time
Before the sun departs so early
I do, for its autumn
The season of wanting & waiting

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics on Weather You Like it or Not, Hosted by Victoria Slotto

Thursday, November 5, 2015

One lemon(y) afternoon

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

I found tran-
quil(i)ty on bed
of lemon-tarred leaves,
zest-stirred by autumn breeze

My eye-
lids drooped
to slow tick-tock-chuck 
of warm sun(shine) un-ra-vel-- i --- n----- g

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Enjambment, Part 2 with Guest Blogger De Jackson
and Poets United, Tranquility ~  We have been enjoying a rather warm(er) autumn week ~

Jambin' with autumn

Grace @ Everyday Amazing

her slowly

cast fiddlesticks to
sky as light bounces trip-

ping edges to fiery red musk
last in-

hale, ex-

drunk-mellow after-
noon sugar-

sweet, this is (y)our last 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Let's Get Jambin' with guest blogger De Jackson

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Traveler's heart

Give me 
autumn's billowing wind
Ruffling falling leaves to wet canvas 
I am blue butterfly trifling the wheat fields
Up north, I travel to gaze snow-capped mountains
Down south, I gather shells & listen to sun-lit chimes

I flicker back and forth between cities and seasons
To the east, I drink green tea & feast on pink lotus
To the west, I sip ripe wine & study cathedrals
My luggage is not yet filled of souvenirs
 With colorful shirts and silver spoons 
Like clouds, I will not rest, not yet
For I have a traveler's 

Photo Credit:   Brooke Shaden

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:   Tangled in Traveler's Heart

Monday, November 2, 2015

Autumn's sanctuary

Painting by Van Gogh

Her mind collided with confusion, then wilted under strains of faintest music.   She steadied herself for air and read the paper creased with worry lines and self-doubt.   She feels like a stranded ship as she carries the weight of toddler strapped in front of her chest, and a backpack.    She had journeyed the last miles with the world on her shoulders.     

At the distance, she can see the blue-tiled slope of the buildings and trees surrounding the area.   This is what she has come for - haven, a sense of quiet away from red dust streets and smell of burning tires.   She inhales the sun's golden light, aroma of crisp air of autumn and serenity of hummingbirds.   Relief rains over her tired face and steeps into her cold bones.   Warm as father's tight embrace to a prodigal daughter.    

fields of yellow and blue
wave, weave and warble with wind
in autumn's dying light

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday ~  Thanks for the visit ~