Inside his damaged heart

lies a ticking clock, 

winding so slow, dawn slumbers

above water's stillness

From my sister's album

Vietnam's national flower, lotus

You sit still, silent as lotus
Listening as frantic heart beats
Wash over you, fold & repeat
Nights are the worse, without notice

Pain strikes from your scarred heart, so blue
It etches your voice so faint, frail 
I hold phone close, deeply inhale 
As you thank me for calling you

Wishing you Happy Father's Day !!!

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Yeats' Octaves
and Poets United - Thanks for the visit ~
First poem - haiku
Second poem - Octave
The basic structure of this 8 line stanza is iambic tetrameter or pentameter (eight or ten syllable lines for those who do not feel comfortable working with meter), with the rhyme scheme:
a b b a c d d c. 

The father's eyes

i'm shy

as a turtle

under this shell, i'll  hide

from everyone, yet you always 

see me

I don't want to come out to play. Photo by Jenn Jilks

you held 

me in your hand,

there's a twinkle in your 

eyes:   pride, joy, a tinge of sadness - 

i'm awed 

                                                                  
                                                                                Tree frog. Photo by Jenn Jilks

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Hosted by Kay
and Poets United - Happy Father's Day ~

Poetry form:  cinquain

The tree

                                                                              Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher

There is a silent forest beneath

my road, soft with water, hard with oil 

Peering to see the full moon

shining at the edge, halfway across the sea 

You waited for me to cross the sky,

with your lantern eyes and wrinkled hands 

Glancing back, your words carried me

when my legs were puddle frail in the storm 

your gnarled limbs and deep roots reach

for me, and lifts me high from brown soil

You are the tree that carries me, still

in my journey of many roads, many seasons

now as your leaves fall slowly like gentle rain,

i carry the seeds of your forest in my hands

                                                                          always   

          

Happy Father's Day !!!

Posted for:  The Mag 

Happy Father's Day

I am free to be who I am, and be the person I want to be.

A special person who is part of who I am today is my Dad.  

Happy special day to all the fathers including my hubby!

Have a good weekend everyone!