Thursday, June 28, 2018
not river flowing but shallow pool
not colorless but midnight cocoon
under strawberry moon
not restlessness of wild season but slow
spring fire bubbling underneath
silence is my companion
not noise or music
as i edit, shape and refashion
never complete nor empty
... just unfinished
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg - Using a prompt I missed before, Via Negativa - check it out.
dVerse will have a summer break from July 1 to 13, 2018. Then on July 16, we open again to celebrate dVerse 7th year anniversary. See you on July 16, Monday!!!!
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
the world inside/outside
i, the day
you, the night
i, framing the sky with questions
you, paving it with silence
i, penning words bursting out of seams
you, painting abstracts serene as midnight stars
i flee from bees lusting for roses and summer blooms
you are drenched in rain from monsoon storms
my sun rises in pink over blue mirrored lake
your sun sets in scattered inkblots of mystery
time races when we kiss
time pauses when we spar
the sweetness and bitterness
drives us mad
we zigzag and go off course but
love circles back (to)
this world of us, inside you
inside me, this world of us
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Opposites Attract, or Do They?, hosted by Lillian.
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Monday, June 25, 2018
Mothering the mother
I hold my first grandson, who is 1 month old in my arms. His whole face and sleepy frame speaks of innocence and trust. I really have to get used to being called a Grandma now. The cycle of life loops. I am transported back to the past, back to time I first held my first born in April. We stayed in my family's ancestral home during my maternity leave. It was a hot summer month, yet I felt soothed by the abundance of mango, papaya and banana trees around the house. It was the season of ripeness and the house buzzed with energy.
As a first time mother, I was excited to dive into my new role. I followed the doctor's instructions and kept a diary. If my son would cry or have a bum stomach, my mother and grandmother and I would have a quick meeting and discuss solutions. It was a "mother's conference only" and I was lucky to benefit from their wisdom. My mother's wings were wet, but I flew confidently with their wind sails beneath me.
My son burps his baby, cradling him with strength of giant willow tree.
as tropical heat dries blankets-
i smell - milk & sunshine -
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Jilly.
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Thursday, June 21, 2018
We walk with long shadows trailing
As sun sets with hues unveiling
Orange and red weaves with soft blue
We guzzle summer's heady brew
Red roses carpet, scent of green
Misting our brows with sweaty sheen
On the horizon, half-moon rises
Silvering lips stained by spices
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Couplets for the Solstice - Hosted by Frank Hubeny ~
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Monday, June 18, 2018
when summer sun climbs
ladder of dust
cycle me to the footpath
of sea stones, shells and twigs
lake water, a flute of harmony
blue sky, scattered bed of feathers
swans dive to catch food
i linger under shades to savor feast
Lakeshore, Mississauga City
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, CYCLE. Come join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit.
Thursday, June 14, 2018
don't sweat over the small things
a paper cut
an unkind word
a stain of spilled wine
a stubbed toe
sometimes small incidents can
torpedo an ordinary calm time
but small things can also lift
and curtain a moment into a special
a reassuring pat on
a smidge of sunshine leafing through
a patter of laughter cascading from
a slice of homemade buttered bread
shared by a friend
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, OpenLinkNight. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit.
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
imagine your hands-
a tinderbox, a lightning rod
what will you fashion today?
a zest of sunshine,
a pail of thunderstorms
or a river of kindness to share
with people you meet along the way
you are the carpenter of your home
and your town
you are the gardener of your body
and your family
spear your hands
to goodness and love will vine
in all the corners of your world
imagine your feet-
a sailboat leaving dock
and travelling to faraway lands
what will you bring?
some luggage and carry on-
but what you carry inside you-
box of energy, belly of enthusiasm,
internal fire, thoughts of gratitude
will power your wind sails through any
find your rhythm and compass-
create your own map and detours-
and finally, be the lighthouse for other boats-
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Mish, on Life Lessons.
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Monday, June 11, 2018
It was only when I got married that I lived away from my family. With our first home, I was excited to keep the house as clean as I could. There was freedom in arranging our furniture, scheduling our own weekend activities and preparing meals. It was like playing house, while remembering all that my mom told me about housekeeping. With the freedom, came the burdens of keeping expenses within our means and making everyday household and meal decisions with my husband. Good thing he was easy to please as my cooking skills were very basic and I was trying out different dishes for us. Yes, there were burnt dishes, disaster meals, and arguments about groceries and bills. We adjusted and moved on.
Throughout my marriage and raising 3 children, my husband never asked me to quit my career. I was working full time, and he encouraged me to study further and pursue higher career goals. It helped that his mother was a doctor and was also encouraged to work during her marriage. The challenge for me, and for all working women, is to balance work, family life, and personal (alone) time. It continues to this day.
black birds and chickadees
peck on seeds under giant willow tree-
summer sun, red rose-
Posted for dVerse Poets, Haibun Monday, with Bjorn Rudberg as host. The theme is Freedom (benefits and consequences). See you when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thank you.
Monday, June 4, 2018
cobble me a fig leaf,
scatterings of white blooms
upon fresh scent of summer rain
i'll find a song
stuck in my head, running
loose, a kite bowling over grey clouds
while whipping up
dessert of fruits and ice-cream
nothing is spoiling my day!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, with host De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word: COBBLE. See you at 3pm EST.
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