Emerald eyes of spring

 

Call me, I have emerald eyes

Watching the pink lilacs blooming

Under the glossy silver sky

Green buds are preening & swooning

Red flowerettes bloom - a marvel

Call me, I have emerald eyes

Brimming with spring steps so cheerful

Without wiles, witchweeds or guises

I scatter seeds, saplings arise

Under the bright sun's long hours

Call me, I have emerald eyes

Tying colorful wildflowers

Gathering pinecones, I pen words

Under maple tree, sweet as pie

This is where I'll be - heeding birds

Calling me with emerald eyes

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetry Form is Quatern.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.   

A Painter Without A Brush

 

the brush is a mongrel moon

a sop of soap stone, lump of foolish

grains in my hands, grey from winter

my fingertips are callous

unfeeling of any rhythm on canvas

i am slumbering shadow of dust

among the fine selections of books in garden

the sun brings a jingle of spring's eyes

as bouquet of wildflowers for the first

time & i am enamored with torrential clouds

of hues, shapes & hollows & tangent of words, whorls

of verses, as if famished, i drink it slowly

colors infuse & thrum, sharp as limes & lemons

my lips are basted by magenta & saffron spice

uncorked, honeycomb drips unabashed on ground

bees alight in morning blush of dewdrop

as if i am apricot tulip, budding rosy 

a new day, i 

am

Title from:  A Painter Without a Brush (Gerhard Richter)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Poetics:  The Poet as Painter,  Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.   Please join us for a wonderful prompt at 3pm EST.

Yellowness of our days

The color yellow brightens my day.   Brings me sunshine, sunflowers and carefree balloons even when a sudden storm would dampen our bright sunny days.   The child in me is happy, walking with a spring in my step.  

Spring is my favorite season.  And for the first time in a long while, I nurtured perrennial blooms and several herbs like rosemary, basil, thyme, mint-orange, lemon grass and chives.   I love cutting the herbs fresh and adding them in my cooking.   I also learned how to regrow them indoors so my supply does not ran out.  When I eat my herbed-drizzled food, I taste earth's gifts and magic of the sun.   


sky is serving a plate-
daffodils, dandelions
with bluebells & birdsongs


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Lost and Found - Nature's Magic.  Hosted by Merril D. Smith.

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.   

Dreamers

Time to Bloom by Cheryl Kellar

Cocooned in silk, white spear buds

appear on cherry tree & suddenly spring
is a grain on my palm -

Shape of the long ship
Sleeve of giant canvas 
Crest of the uncharted river

Dreams, like flowers do, 
standing at the altar 
testifying  
Yes, I live & breathe in colors -

Red orange, the halo of rising sun
Red velvet, the sugar feast
Red wine, the color of petals
Red henna, the ink of my pen 

In my pouch
Pair of birds 
Pair of dragons 
Pair of sea-horses
Perhaps I am over-dreaming?  

Green forest, untouched by roads
Green tea, warming the beggar's cold hands
Ever-green sea, teeming of fish & shells
Emerald gems, innocence of children

Here is my bouquet of songs
Here is my jar of crayons
A wisp
A cloud-string 
I close my eyes
& dive into the wind-

mill of the new day-


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetrics - Take a Leap with Cheryl Kellar - I'm happy to showcase the lovely paintings of Cheryl Kellar ~  See you later when the pub opens at 3pm EST ~ 

Pretty in pink

sun spray paints my skin

not azure nor golden tan

but hot pink among the poppy reds

carnations, lavender, roses & baby pink

staining tiles, walls, sheets, every happy part of me

because it is springtime & everything looks

soft as an unfurling leaf, overflowing

with  blossom-seeds

i stretch pretty in 

pink, embracing

 beautiful 

season

Posted for Flash Fiction Friday - 55 pinky words to the G-Man - Thanks for all your visits ~
I wish you all the lovely colors of the season ~  I hope you are pink with excitement of your new journey, smiles ~

Picture credit:    National Geographic - This is my 2nd Holi poem - Celebrating Festival of Colours ~  Happy Friday ~

Colors of spring

late afternoon sun glints mellow yolk
on lime green grass

              fawn lilies, creamy white
              fiesta poppies, burnt copper gold

winter ice recedes, grim ash & bloodless
and now a million flowering bulbs

             starry five petaled primroses
             yellow buttercups, daisies

peek & open,  a concert rifes the air
songs burst in carnival joy rides, drunk with wine

             daffodils, deep orange
             cherry lips pansies

bumblebees are wild with taste of nectar 
& trees become heavy with fruits -

             violets & plump geraniums
             cherry blossoms & blue cornflowers

peaches, strawberries, berries- this season
unfurls hungry for dewdrops & reach of clouds

             yellow trillium & marigolds
             lilacs of palest lavender & mauve 

& i rise to the perfume of flowers
my body's a fountain, a sprawling sky

             lush of colors
             as spring surges in me
          

Artist:   Sunita Khedekar

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Poetics - Color me spring ~
Thanks for the visit ~