Better than I am

Red lights at the distance flickers smoky flame  
I inhale deeply - sunset's hues - dying flame   

I swallow my pills & the last of my drink 
as music echoes, I drift, waning flame      

Moonlight gleams on my ordinary face 
Anxieties mothballing, snaring flame 

I might look better if you dim down lights
To candle tap, softer flowering flame 

There are nights I despair, fretting in shame
But you give me hope, fierce as warrior's flame

My dreams bring me wading out to the sea   
Weaving a storm, my hands are birthing flames  

You gaze at me with grace & breathless awe 
Here I am, better than I am - divining flames   




Posted for Dverse Poets Pub - Poetry form - Ghazal, hosted by Gay Cannon.  This poetry form will be discussed in detail when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.    This form follows the traditional ghazal (an edited version) and I will attempt to write a contemporary one in the coming days.  Mr. Linky is open for 1 month.   

cake

i watch rain clouds roil the sky
then knead & butter the soil  

birds and small creatures honey- 
comb & sword-peck on seeds, grains

it's a feast-
specially the cake's throne topper-

spring maiden rules
dotting dandelions, daffodils, daisies

i soup & eat 
slowly, richly 

Dandelions by Grace@EverydayAmazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.  This is a 44 word post  with the chosen word, RICH.  See you when the pub doors open for poetry reading at 3pm EST.   

distance is relative & love is everything

I squint
but I cannot see the light 
year travelling at speed of 
186,000 miles per second or 
about 5,880,000,000,000 miles!

It boggles my mind that between falling 
cherry blossoms
a galaxy is revolving
a cluster of white stars are born
a supernova explodes
and nothing escapes the black hole

Against the heavenly sky
We are only stardust 

Yet, in our own world
we are stewards of this enormous 
blue planet

If we will do our job well as kingmaker
it is possible  
a bird nesting site is saved 
a river roaring back to life 
a forest rising from destruction


My eyes are myopic
I don't want to miss the hues of vanishing 
sunlight, the folded wings of 
butterfly, smile of innocent child

I put too much meaning 
on an empty cocoon
broken feather on ground

and the miracle - watching that dew-
drop
on a blooming tiger 
lilies 



Posted for dVerse Poets, OpenLinkNight -  This is a late post for poetics of Theory of Everything and Anything - hosted by Merril Smith.   Come and join us for OpenLinkNight, when the pub doors open for poetry reading at 3pm EST.

Elemental

Within me, new moon rises
with horns and head of the bull

That I am stubborn yes
But my late father says it is my strength

When journeys are darkly stark
I dig in, plowing & building lamp posts  

I am metal
Strong, steady as a bedrock

A home, with my nest egg  
pleases me.   At my core, heart of 

dragon's mother when the 2nd child 
was born in year of blue-green dragon 

I see Luck in my palms, 
specially during Autumn season

Venus rules me
Pining for deep kisses

Sensual as blood red flower
nectared by bees

And stitching contentment
with my love, scents of memory

delicate as white gold threads 
and sounds of violin strings at night  

Though gravity ties me to earthly concerns
I harbor words luminous by water's reflection

Painting images kited by air, I offer
not emeralds, but peace & kindness to friends

And if my Luck holds
My actions will be blessed by Full Flower moon 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - In My Elements, hosted by Amaya.  Sharing a bit of myself using Chinese astrology, dominant elements and horoscope.  Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

the time of blossoming

wrapped in shawl of green
inside me white queen
waiting
in shadows to glean
slate of rain - its sheen
blazing
bare earth - velveteen
the trees pink wild - scene

of ardor, i lean
where red, blue birds preen
shaking 
feathers -  so serene
spring sun slips between
waking
inside me, white queen
wrapped in shawl of green

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Lai and Lai Nouveau - Poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   Pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Poetry form is Lai Nouveau.    

an army rises

stir my senses

afire, I'm your presence

reinvigorated

unsettle my tongue

for taste of spring tide-

above raspberry brambles

  

with curled tendrils, I lift

my palms up

to stairways and turrets 

of your sky, 

where you

brightest of light & giver

of seeds,  

calls

Spring@Grace

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the given word:   UP.   I also love that movie, UP.   Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.  

One spring day

morning mist  
bridal veils of white   
rain hymns on my cheeks

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

robe me blue
deep shade of lake
pregnant with reverence

slipper this path-
dash of yellow tulips & whiff of
pink magnolias

and I'll spin
in the jar:
birdsongs, cotton stars
and sun-roasted spice

                                               Blue-eyed wild flower, Riverwood


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- OpenLinkNight, Hosted by Lillian Hallberg. Join us with a poem when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.