Eternal summer

Credit:   Kathy Klein

we tear off 
banana leaf from the tree
it is a giant umbrella
plane
ship
stripping strand
by strand, we form a soft ball
ring
watch
flower
anything we fancy-
the tropical sun colors
our skin to healthy tan
as we run around the park
smelling of guava and
sugar-fried sweet potatoes
time flits 
slow as afternoon river
bellyful as ripe papaya
on field of summer red daisies


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg on our last prompt for 2015 ~ I recall my carefree growing up years in my native land, Philippines ~  
Happy Holidays ~   Thanks for the visit ~

Under the sea of stars

In the thick forest
the night is a celestial field
of stars in ribbon silver
where every tree is a nest
and moon, a dream catcher

~0~0~


Violently, we hurl
towards each other, each step
a blazing firestorm- 
this is the dance of death
Until only one emerges, a new star


~0~0~



Streaking above the sky 
I catch the star light
Luminous as tiny glass crystal
I feel very small
On palm of the universe

                                                        Galaxy, Stars, and Dust 
                                  Image Credit & Copyright: Eric Coles and Mel Helm
                                                     Astronomy Picture of the Day



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Star Light, Star Bright, Hosted by Kanzensakura
Join us for  our last poetics  for 2015 as D'verse is going on a two week holiday break.
Happy Holidays ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Nightscape

Credit:    Kylli Sparre

The waters corral me, quicksand

I am slipping, and not a strand

Nor knot can lift me up, sorrow

Drowns my hands to despair, narrow of light, I am stumped

Then sky opens, danger has passed

Darkness was just a rose with black mask

I cast away this blight, see dawn 
Rising sea of lilac green, palming all to glass

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight Hosted by Gayle Walters Rose
Trying my hand in Florette form ~  Thanks Gayle ~

Thanks for the visit ~

Peace, unembroidered

By Hillary Fayle

Your fingers do not know soft leaves
nor supple skein of silkworm
Only the hardness of streets 
And hiss of sharp metal blade

How you have forgotten
the years when you were young
Your hands were threading words &
lighting up candles in dark alleys 

Your bed is now thin of sorrows 
As you struggle to see the serene blue sky
above the ruins of scattered bricks
Suddenly, the air is black smoke of bitterness

As you fight for your breath
Is death the final harbinger of peace?
Whose peace?
Whose death?

You have no answer
As fling yourself to save 
a stranger 
from burst of gunfire across the street-



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Peace hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~  I decided to write about peace from a personal viewpoint.  

Red River

Picture by Mary

Door County, Wisconsin, on Shore of Green Bay

In the distance a white boat meanders between the summer islands.   One can see the gentle rise of river currents and flight of white gulls under the sun.    But we know something else is buried beneath the river's tranquil sand.  It is heavy of secrets from files of lost and missing individuals.   They all point to the river's passage, whether by accident or by design.   We patiently comb the river's depths for clues from traces of hair to ropes around the blocks, all summer long.

Months passed, and now we must leave town with our winter boots.   Only the red chairs are left, a reminder of what could have been.   We vow to come again when its springtime to renew our mission.    The silence is deafening but we hear the echoes of the dead souls.   Lost in the river's darkness.           

no snow dust
nor icy wind on my cheeks-
my wounds are deep & red




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - 4, Hosted by Mary ~   Based on Searching for traces of the Missing in Winnepeg's Red River

Secrets of the Universe

I am sitting on the subway train
wrapped in my winter coat
& black boots

Around me,
passengers bury themselves
in free morning paper & noiseless music

By now the wheels
chugging is a steady beat 
that I am lulled to light sleep

There is a magic circle
of tree moss, coral, flora & fauna
weaving and rising over my head 

Suddenly, giant umbrellas are scurrying 
people out of their seats, over the graffiti walls 
& above buildings to their heart's destination

Further away than blue-grey Niagara Lake
To where mountains nest
a forest with air so crisp as pine needles 

And here I sit 
on the floor filled with the fallen leaves 
from ancient gingko tree, all golden
like an ocean bed
an infinite tangerine sky
In me,
I am
        I

"crackles" the operator's voice 
announces my exit platform
I rise from my seat
and see a woman across me 
wearing a bright yellow furry coat

Among grey & black coats, she stood out
in the crowd 
like Big Bird, I muse
Then, she turns to me with cheery wave: 
Have a good day!

I catch the speck of yellow 
sun 
as I exit the cold subway tunnel

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Inspired by title and poem by David McFadden, Secrets of the Universe ~   Please join us when the pub opens at 3 pm EST ~

Picture credit:   Colossal