Thursday, September 29, 2016

Ten ways of looking at a leaf

I.      arrange me 
        on a moon-shaped plate-
        leaf-curled -
II.     empty of seed-pods
        the leaf 
        with still water
        withered to ground

III.     night wind whistles
         as blackbirds huddle 
         above city street lines- 
         not a leaf in sight-

IV.     a yellow leaf falls
         striped, puckered by frost - 
         followed by another leaf
         bright as milkweed butterfly -      

V.      the clouds are moving -
         like bees carrying all the green 
         porcupine leaves with woolly hairs

VI.     spin-dancing leaves
         call me
         i come over and join them
VII.    your kiss,
         soft as a pine leaf         
         budding of spring 

VIII.   your face,
         a leaf
         scented by sun
         against my palms   
         my whole world 

IX.     leaf by leaf
         our memories lay
         in tidy rows
         above the black moon 

X.      i walk under shadows
         of trees
         without leaves
         without ending 

Picture credit by :   Emily Blincoe

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar, Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ Inspired by poem of Wallace Stevens - Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird ~

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

French fries (a stripper's dream)

Come on in & watch us
gyrate and shake our booty
all in line, chorus-style
to mashup song of hip hop & boogie 

For less than $1.89 (large size)
We will dance under frying oil
our make-up greasy
our stockings legs sassy

See how perfectly symmetrical
our faces are, how our bones are silted
with citric acid to preserve freshness-
all 500 calories of us-

i dream of scents- 
lavender soap and fresh disarray 
of legumes in soup 

Point, tap & click
We're your comfort company
Jiggling your miseries on a rainy day
With burger or chicken fillet combo
And with sugar-laced pop soda
We sate your hunger like a supernova-

Slurp, chump and burp-
We'll count the ways you love us-
Lay us down, piece by piece
On a brown bag or foam cup
Your thick smacking lips
greedy for ketchup french kiss-

i paint the skylight 
bare: billowing clouds and birds   
in fields of green 

Used with permission:  Emily Blincoe

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Arrangements by Emily Blincoe - Come join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.   Thanks for the visit ~

The Poetic's theme is arrangements.   You can write about the experience of looking at the photos, or write about the scene or subject being depicted in the artwork.   You can also write in the voice of the object (e.g. stones, french fries, toothbrush) or write in the voice of the artist, or you can relate the work of the artist to something else that it reminds you of.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Early autumn

a string of birds fly
dotting the clouds with specks
black as dried tarragon sprigs

veil of autumn approaches
stitching tighter days of summer 
into yellowed cocoon

taste of decay will come
faster than my fingers
can count: 

plum-peppered leaves
under shadows of trees 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - a poem of 44 words with the word SHADOW.

Thanks for the visit~

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Feathers from different folks


sun is a harsh pillar of salt
while the moon is a white cross
you bear between faint heartbeats
& featherless shoulders


scars on where your breasts
were are red still, but you are regal
a queen with baby hair
needing no peacock feathers 


hope is a bubble 
without feathers, soaring with sea-
gulls, light as tumbleweed


your touch is feather 
as you kneel down with a ring-
my heart, a river of joy
as sun drips, slow as candle wax
the golden light, warm as honey    

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- It's OpenLinkNight.   Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. A "feathery" post for the Poetics I missed last Tuesday.  

Monday, September 19, 2016

Sands of our time

We marveled at the Grand Canyon spectacular views.   Against the massive giant rocks and lime stones, we are but a grain in the wind, a heartbeat in the sands.   Yet, we have come here in Las Vegas to reconnect and cement our youthful school days.    Like the river, some of us have aged well, swimming in the trials of our journeys.   For some of us who have drowned in the scars of past abuse, we gather strength, filling our empty hearts with rivers of love.  And finally, we recalled our 8 school friends who have gone to another journey. Through tears and laughter, we danced and sang the nights away.    We are lucky to have this friendship:   a river in sea of moving sands.   Nourishing our bond in this short window of time - a sisterhood to cherish.     

desert brush is deep
drum of silence, broken by flutter
of pinyon bird's blue wings

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, Winds of Change, is hosted by Kanzensakura.   I am back after my short trip to Las Vegas, USA for our girls reunion.   This picture was taken from our trip to Grand Canyon last Friday.  Thanks for your visits.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Wishful thinking

I would give away chewy gums
at each subway stop.  They're a sight
to refresh - fruity, fluffy, minty -

Sugar-free or spicy, choose and hum
the colors that you like - sand-white,
hot pink, striped blue, spiked neon-

Juicy plums to banish one's gloom
Bubbly balls to brighten one's light
I'd gather your sad stories of treason

and stick them with my gaily inked thumbs
These chewy gums are rad, bursting 
sunflowers on sunshine-less morning

Picture credit:  here

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

A late whimsical response for Mish prompt:   Wishful Thinking.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Haibun: Night sky

The sky is deep lavender, wrinkled by red dust and orange stars.   We scout and trace the fireflies hiding behind the palm trees.   All the windows are open, and we can hear the last echoes of the dinner's conversations.   Soon, all is quiet murmuring of breeze, and even the buzzing creatures wait for the evening show.   Yes, here it is -  the moon rise above the heaving sea tides.   Red and yellow trenches, plump with silver iridescence.   Your gaze is filled with wonder at the sight.    I look at you, my heart racing in excitement.   Words tremble at the tip of my tongue.

green apples on grass
mulched & decayed by bugs-
summer, a quicksilver

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday is hosted by Kanzensakura (Toni).   I am out in the afternoon for a family reunion but will be back to visit and comment.  Thanks for the visit!

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Summer bride

They're frilly skirts to my morning bouquet
Leaves with seedy wands, trailing wisps and spray
Their sheen, glossy-green, sun-crinkled
against riot of raspberries,   ruffled-wrinkled

As I walk, my hair is nest of blooms, cress,
Queen Anne’s Lace, and pleated wheat. No regrets, 
no doubts.  Morning tangs of fresh lemon, stillness
that brims as I stand beside you, summer's fullness  

Picture credit:  here

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar. Walter is our host and we are working with rhymes for this prompt.    Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.