The grapevine in the forest

i heard the gossip

under the shades-
   sneaky & stealing neighbors
kind & helpful friends
   errant kids & strangers on the prowl

over the wall, 

exchanges of motherly notes
   and recipes for home made remedies- 
nerdy friends busy 
   as mushrooms sending messages-

behind the fence, 

chatterboxes filled with stories  
   from friends across the field-
news of birth & spring parties
   of wild blue flowers-
clack of knitting needles as 
   children nod off to sleep-

between two ancient mothers

"a family is moving in tomorrow."
"let's prepare a nice dish."
"and big welcome banner!"
"we trees need to stick together!"

Inspired by Ted Talk's Suzanne Simard:  How Trees Talk to Each other 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Community - Hosted by Paul Dear ~  Thanks for the visit ~

spring fever

tides roar
chests charging skyward-  
spring fever is on


finger buds rising
greening fields-
wild flowers frolicking by feet
of trees-
raindrops scenting faces  
of tulips- 
birdsongs everywhere-


tiny cherry blooms unveiling
delicate parasols, pink eyelets


I am stilled
in the arms of beauty

Sakura viewing at High Park

Grace@EverydayAmazing

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - Quadrille ~  44 word post, with the word STILL.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3 pm EST.  Thank you. 

postcard from the northern sky

we share buttered toast 
         and warm mugs of coffee & tea

sky is blazing storm 
         colorful stardust, weaving of lights

over mountains with ancient trails
         and lakes, silent choir of blue

we are awed by sacred-
         swept by immeasurable tides-  

universe's sky dance
         a glimpse of heaven's door-

and you- 
         wish we can stay here forever- 
        

Aurora Over the Alberta Sky

Picture credit:  here

Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub - A late entry for De's postcard prompt ~
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I will be travelling to Alberta this summer and I can't wait to see the mountains and lakes.

haibun: fear of falling

it was a narrow wooden plank, between the small boat and the shore's platform.   my friends keep on egging me that it is safe to cross over.  but fear is stalking my spine, cold rivulets of sweat on summer day.   my mind sees a long bridge with no tightropes to hold on to.   i fear falling over to the water as my balance is off, and i am not a good swimmer. i fear falling ignominiously before the crowd.   i breathe deeply and request for help, to steady my jelly knees.  the boatman moors the boat closer to the edge of the steady platform.  i take another deep breath and make the last few steps to safety.

spring wind lashes
with rage, tiny pink buds tiptoe-
ballerinas on the beam-



"We are afraid of the enormity of the possible". Emile M. Cioran


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Hosted by Toni (Kanzensakura) ~  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

pop sonnet: every piece of me

We dive straight from pale sky to frozen sea
Where the past throbs above tides, flash of blue
Glints with champagne eyes, lips kissed by wild tea
The moon song is flammable, heady brew

Hold me tight, not a space, before we crash
land to reality, our messy banes -
Old clock ticks, breaking your glass in hot flash-
Night is sweet, and I drown in you again-

Why am I such a fool smitten maiden?  
I wish I didn't need your every kiss, sigh
Chasing and courting favors, I flayed
At edges, fragile and I don't know why

Tell me, if this insane love's a tragedy 
Unbind me!  Why are you my clarity?

Remixed lyrics from Zedd, Clarity

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Pop Sonnets hosted by Kim M. Russell. We take a modern song and spin it into a sonnet form in this style, Pop Sonnet.     I haven't written the sonnet form in a while so I am a bit rusty.   Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST with your sonnets.

throes of early spring

leaves are delicate rust
    mulched in sepia

as carpet of tendrils
   rise, underfoot 

every bud is heady
    as spring roars, steps

into the view, from bridge
   to field of weeds -

overhead, sloping hills
   tides flow, taking troubled

waters away, to breeze's sway
    my dress of green

and bucket of seeds, ready
     to garden, we dig

as butterflies, with tiger-striped
      hues, flutter wings, so new 

At Riverwood Conservation

By Grace @ Everyday Amazing

Song in my Mind:   Bridge Over Troubled Waters, No. 1 in 1970 by Simon and Garfunkel 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub -  Poetics is Oldies but Goodies, hosted by Lillian ~  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Blue-eyed spring

amidst sepia leaves
and white-ash twigs
spring sun rises at last

skirt me green
with thumbs so new
dewdrops slip from my crown-

drizzle me blue
deep shade of lake
pregnant with reverance

and I'll spin
stars, cotton wishes
and spice, roasted by sun-

Blue-eyed wild flower, Riverwood

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - With Host Mish ~  This is a 44 word post with the word DRIZZLE ~  Spring is finally in our part of the world !

A pen(ny) for distraction

I dance with shadows
   and gather figments of last night's dream
To the beat of syllables
   I compose & decompose   

Don't strangle me if you're lost for words
   or stab my feet if you're angry

I ink your letters in a hurry
   Spill your secrets in a diary
Doodle your daydreams in paper
   Carve names on walls of skyscraper

My skin maybe cheap as plastic
   But my breath is blue

I nibble stardust while
    you ponder on just the right word
And when I'm inspired, pour sweet
    distractions all over the page



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Taking another stab at Lillian's anthropomorphism prompt.   Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~ Thanks for the visit ~

Sand castles

you with piper's song-
    a bait or hook
    or moonlight serenade
you with the smallest frame
but the brightest of fire in your belly 
you with patience of thousand coral reefs
you with lilies in your mouth
sculpting sands
    blade by blade
    each crevice, a soft bed
    each ridge, a mountain
you with your mating call
you a perfect suitor
under the sea of silver-blue
an aria of sweet waves
you with our love nest
                      -it's p(uffy)erfect!

Puffer Fish Sand Castles

There is a video of the fish making this intricate sand sculpture here.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Lillian ~ We are anthropomorphizing today.    Give an animal or object human characteristics such that it behaves like a human.

Thanks for the visit ~

Shadows

Skeletons in the family's closet have always been part and parcel of my father's family history.   However through time and forgiveness, wounds have been repaired. My grandmother was a fine example of casting aside shortcomings and shadowy misdeeds, and emerging with strong hands but kind heart.  Her rough and gruff voice still rings, even though she has been gone years ago.  Dying at 93 years old, she was very frail and bedridden, far from the spirited grandmother I knew.   She once confided to my husband, that she wanted to die already at around 70 years old. By then, she has lost her husband, one child and all her siblings.   Her black eyes were piercing, with sadness, with shadows too long to see.   This long life is a curse. 

spring buds, delicate
fingers curl against palm of leaves-
chickadees nimble-dance-





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Toni (kanzensakura) ~ Thanks for the visit ~