Thursday, September 21, 2017

What is the c?lor

of the sky 
when the heart is feverish moon
grasping for air, refusing to fade in fire-

of his eyes
when thoughts are noosed in bullets
and every step is unanswered

of the rain
when flood gates open, unmarking
borders, valleys & keys, leveling roofs to

of the sunrise
on the farthest side of galaxy
is it apricot or apple, behind cloudy mist?
or is it a mirror of emptiness, abandoned by dying 

of my pen
when I forget syllables & taste of
pecan tarts & smell of wild red plum  

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLink Night, Hosted by Gayle Walters Rose.   A late response to Bjorn's Poetic Prompt of writing a poem filled with questions.  Thanks for the visit.

Monday, September 18, 2017

I, a watercolor

My words are dark stones, dry and fading at night.  The burdens of city life staining my tongue ash and grey. I soak it in watercolors and river of calm.   I am very much aware that these negative thoughts are transients, like autumn leaves slipping away in the mercurial winds.  Each morning, I decide to paint my thoughts with nature's vibrant brushstrokes.  Why?   Because I know that I can heal myself, restore myself again when I am out of balance.  My writing is therapeutic and as I write positive affirming words, so I am lifted on wings of serenity.   

pumpkin-yellow leaf,
a still canvas of autumn-
gulls fly overhead-

Posted for Dverse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Toni (Kanzansakura).   Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, September 7, 2017


Marmalade moon, fading by dawn's light
Allay our fears in these fig-shaped hearts
Garnish with herbs, root spices, sea salt
Impaled stones, melt to mirrors of light 
Cake our way with berries, ripe with stardust

Picture from here

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Please join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.   A late poem for Paul's Tuesday Poetics, Magic and an acrostic poem for Frank's prompt last week. Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, September 4, 2017

September musings

A tree clothed in half green, half orange.  Morning sun is muted yellow, as leaves start to fall on field of green and purple wild flowers.   The colors of September are myriad and signals the changing season from long summer days to cooler afternoons.  The sunsets are coming earlier, instead of 9pm, often bringing rains at night.  Amidst faded summer petals, my hardy roses are blooming anew, as if on the second spring. And all because of the evening rain.   

At the home front, I am almost 1/3 empty nest.  Though my youngest is starting university tomorrow, she will be staying home as we live at the border of Toronto City.   She has new laptop, bags, shoes and clothes.  Though she revels in her new surroundings, she is not ready to live on her own, unlike her two older brothers.  She loves the comforts of home cooked meals and nice room.  I am mindful to keep a balance - giving her independence, while widening her boundaries. 

fallen green apples 
litter the rain-soaked ground-
grey-tailed birds perch, swishing-

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday hosted by Kanzensakura ~  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm ~