summer plans 2024

we are clouds, rain

and storms

rushing through tracks

and roads

aspiring to be strong

as trees and resilient

as lake-

our elders want

us to leap

barriers and buidings

but this sum-

mer, we are flow-

ers,  yellow-gold , slow-

stitching in bee-laden garden

& finding ourselves

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #204 - Summertime, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, summer.  Thanks for your comments and visits.

a moonscape

 

i peer at the moon 

above the maple trees, glowing  

with light, waxing with near fullness

[i want to be her]

in the room, i continue my search 

for that missing 

family photo frame decades old,

misplaced red & festive jars

as if my tired hands are Christmas

lights, coaxing the warmth out 

of the cold winter night

my energies spent 

blank_blank_blank

e-shopping carts empty

blank_blank_blank 

i sit

on the chair, 

turning to my comforts:

reading & writing

immersed in the fictional world

a phrase lingers

a word flares up

a poetic line shimmers with familiarity 

and behold,

my fingers are pressing the keys

& trying to capture the

tide's ebb and flow

[i spawn the ocean-

i paint moon flowers pure as snow-

i seed the red soil

with chameleon dust & sunflowers]-

there is a shock of silver, a falling 

star

& the certainty:

inside me, a universe

moving in rhythm

& ever 

abundant

Note:  I woke up early early morning to see a flash of a falling light outside the window, which I like to believe is a falling star.

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub:  Poetics:  Epiphany in the Time of Holiday with guest host - Dora.   The virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.  

Thanks for your visits and comments.

fractional puzzling reflection

 

we are light and darkness

expending energy - inhale, exhale -

dreaming of stardust, cottonweeds, gardens,

oak trees that touch the sky, but what of the

nadir of our ills, sufferings, wars;  what do we 

own and know of ourselves & others & where to start?

tinged with fatigue, i jot a (maybe) list:   

keel to the waves, kneel in silence of the ruins,  

nurture my sadness, plant my flag of surrender, as no

one has all the answers to our questions, 100% of the time:

we do not know (& that is alright) 

to ask the question

first than seeking the perfect answer, i claim amnesia

when i rise in the morning from my bed,

pondering the world:  nothing is simple as abracadabra !

For Dverse Poets Pub:  Poetics:  For the Love of Puzzles by Lillian.   This is also an Acrostic Plus.   Please check my hidden message.

Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

waiting for the curve to flatten (& fall) --->

pair of chickadees 
are busy
building nest of twigs 
daffodil shoots are opening 
to sunshine, dewy-eyed 

our windows are closed 
 - shoes boxed - jackets folded -  
tucked away 
as house becomes 
 - fortress - 

we hide here, 
counting cases  
 - fatalities/country -
with gloves
 - masked -




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.
This is a 44 word post, with the given word, CLOSE.   See you when the virtual pub doors open at 3pm EST.    Hope you are all safe!!!   

Postscript

thank you

for showing me your vulnerability
i too, am frail mustard
leaf swept by cold wind, gnarled

by doubts and scarfed by guilt 
many a night
i too, am needled reed
bent by unanswered prayers
and clumsiness of legs

you remind me to
summon the courage left behind
what has faded, tarnished, passed 
is over 

i can finally accept what is
weary, tedious, ordinary looking, everyday
me
with a cup of bubbling chocolate

thank you



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg on Metaphors.  Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST for some poetry writing and reading.

(un)finished poem

all night
i polish my skin
magnifiying every pore
(un)til copper gold
vibrant & electric
shiny as preening male crow
grunting & screeching with power

you stand quietly
watching all my efforts
then your voice
(un)slicing the shadows
sparks  
with a fiery passion
each verse, 
your nakedness 
your shore of thoughts
your song of swallows 

I listen,
(un)catching 
each small stone 
each
stress imprint
(un)folding 
welling-
the air hisses with teeth
ripping out
all the plastic bubble
& shallow stars from my eyes

I am ....




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  The virtual pub opens at 3 pm EST ~Thank you for joining us ~

Where my thoughts are

Picture credit:   Hilary

not inside the office cubicle 
of cream & dull blue squares,
two metal drawers that grate  
like heaving train on rail tracks --

not on laminated table
my cheap plastic pen and highlighter 
scratching the file paper in neat circles
& lining details i can't missed  as
fingers click & tap black keyboard --

i wonder of seeds & potted thoughts  --
do they shoot up straight or go in pinwheel circles 
or hang fragile on telephone wire, disconnected from 
the main roots, crisscrossing fine lines  
between adequacy & coping-- 

claim reports show mental illness
& depression tops the list of drugs
of working men & women  -- i pencil 
a line between insanity versus sanity --

as mine are nesting between recycled sheets, 
unfinished verses tuck in leather handbag &  
waiting in draft folder in laptop, labelled
personal life, threads and pieces flying 

outside the clear office windows,
where endless lines of cars and trucks zoom 
in staccato echoes in city streets, long & 
winding towards the lake, a dot in dusty skyline

at 4:00 pm, time to drive for home,
i gather my winter coat & look for my thoughts -- 
they settle on my shoes,

the color of industrial carpet


Posted for:  D'verse Poets Pub - Sweat the Small Stuff ~ hosted by Brian Miller 
Shared with Poets United - Poetry Pantry
Thanks for the visit ~ 

Not so ordinary

stillness of water,

ordinary everyday,

leaves shine as gold gems 

~0~0

simple joys

dazzling as sunset,

weary eyes

~0~0

ordinary meal:

rice of boiled chicken and spice,

fire on my bland tongue

~0~0

special cake:

cream and ripe mango, 

sugar rush

~0~0

gentle words

ripple old river, 

healing hands

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Ordinary 
and Haiku My Heart


Picture credit:   Uwe Eischens in Moments like this

Monday morning

ticking of wall clock wakes me,
its rhythmic sound a reminder that 
every second, every minute is gliding by. 


alarm rings once, twice, (and thrice even)
admonishing me to follow my morning routine.   
i prepare breakfast of cold milk and wheat cereals, 
topped with blueberries and sometimes, sliced bananas.


house is quiet, this moment of peace is mine.
though the morning light is still very faint,  
i read poems and allow the words to inspire my thoughts, 
and take me into new journeys.   connected with myself,     


at 7:15 am, i grab my car keys, lunch bag and coat,
ready for my city drive 


another ordinary day, 
same road, same driving lane,
same scenery, same office destination.


i feel very blessed this monday morning.

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Poetry of the Ordinary
and Poetry jam:   Connections

Poetics: In 1999

white sand crunches as i walk 
deserted beach of bamboo huts
it is quiet except for crabs scuttling 
under wooden boats, painted bright  


i relish the lazy morning blue
a vacation to my birthplace, and family
reunion to honor a matriarch's 80th birthday
an opportune time to spend the last days of 1999


before the clock starts the countdown,
before the papers on my desk pile high,
before days become four seasons and cold,
before nights turn purple and restless,   


i amble along the sandbar, white and empty 
just like the coconut thatched rooms, bare
essentials, yet I have what I need:   scenic views,
dad's funny tales, mom's stories, enough to fill pages


of children's books we never got to read,
not even the millennium bugs in the narrow beds
bothered me, because the end of the world is coming, they said,
so I listen instead to the rolling waves in my sleep


soothing like the water rustling under the river slats, as
fish catch from the sea becomes our dinner or lunch, fresh 
just fire, and leaves for aroma, and tropical fruits
even the goats and dogs join in for the feast,  


like the two European bikers, with their backpacks,
eating with eager hands, while drying clothes in the sun
reaching to sample the simple joys of life in the road,
embracing the sun and wind in their travels, pulse


of the sea and land on sun-hued cheeks,   
reconnected, refresh, beginning not ending,  
  
i walk back to the wooden boat waiting for me.


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics:   1999   :   Sharing a wonderful memory of this vacation.  I had to include the sea food as until now my sons remember the fresh taste of this catch.   Thanks for the visit. 


Picture credit:   here

Dusty road

heavy wooden cane

scrapping the red dusty bowl,

   louder than child's cries    

~0~0

she edges slowly

towards door of no return,

white windows open

Written for Few Miles Haiku Challenge 2012 for the month of February:   Day 3- Picture Prompt 

Sevenling (Window)

the window opens to three things:
colour of the sky, trees on the horizon
and white pebbled ground 


the eye catches the morning palette on brick wall,   
smell of buttered pancakes and syrup, and
sealed envelope and file on mahogany table


the mood of the day has been made.


Posted for Imaginary Garden of Real Toads :   Sunday Photo's Challenge

Poetry form:  Sevenling - a poetry form of 7 lines.  The first three lines should contain an element of three - three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of three details, names or possibilities. This can take up all of the three lines or be contained anywhere within them. Then, lines four to six should similarly contain an element of three, connected directly or indirectly or not at all. The seventh line should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition. 

Picture credit:   Margaret Bednar of Art Happens 365
  

Waves

water crashing shore
never ending weaving
time and motion

roar of waves
singing, dancing in
unbroken rhythm

seashells on grey sands
swept by morning rush   
waits for turning tide

green algae float
salty brine flowing
streams into streams

swirling, crushed corals
clinging to soles of feet 
dusting footprints in sand

a pebble flies into air  

  
Author's Note:   I don’t know where it will land.  Some changes in my work life are coming.   More demanding and technical job in another city further away from home. 

I will know by next week.  

Posted for Poetry Jam - hosted by Dani and Flash Fiction Friday with G-man.  Yes, my other blog :-)

     

Picture credit:   http://dolphin-visions.blogspot.com/

A grateful heart

A blessed beautiful day to everyone ~

quote source:   http://bitsotruth.blogspot.com/2011/08/01810.html

Worth loving

Write a poem.

Learn to dance.

Travel to a new place.

Forgive yourself.

Love yourself. 

HAPPY WEEK ~

Start today

Life is so precious. 

 Some days you want to go back in time and relive all the beautiful moments. 

Or even redo some missteps. But the challenges make us stronger and a better person. 

 Start today; its another day.

Have a wonderful weekend ~

quote credit:   http://bitsotruth.blogspot.com/2011/07/01686.html

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!

A Good Day

Live today joyously
With grateful hearts for all our blessings 
and open hands to new friends
new experiences, new challenges. 
Today is a new day to start anew.
It is a good day.

quote credit:   http://bitsotruth.blogspot.com/2011/06/01455.html

Full of sunshine

I was expecting a lot of sun and warm weather lately as it is summer.  But on some nights, it is still cold, along with the rain and dark clouds.

I guess that's the way life is...  you expect certain events and situations to happen, and sometimes it doesn't turn out to be like that.       This is applicable  to my life right now as I didn't get the job post I was applying for last week.  I was disappointed but I think I made the right decision to stretch myself to see what is out there.  I am thankful I do have a stable job and love the people I work with right now.   As to my recent exam results, I will know in about 2 weeks. Hopefully I pass, and I can move on to another challenge.   

All in all, the past few days wasn't too bad.   I was expecting sunshine all the way through, but the rain has been good for Mother Earth.   I see the trees in their full splendour and the garden blooming with flowers (specially my red roses). Yes, life can be full of sunshine.  


So, how was your week?   Hope you all have a good weekend ~
  

picture credit:    happythings.tumblr

We are who we choose to be

This last week has been extraordinary for me.

Last Tuesday, I took my exam (Part 2) as part of my professional designation in my field.  I have been studying for the last weeks, so I hope I pass (and not pay the cost of the exam if I failed).   

Last Friday, I had my interview for a job post in Toronto I had earlier applied to.   It was an internal job posting within my company but I have been looking out for such an opportunity 2 years ago.    The interview went well but I don't know if I pass the simple math test.   I felt inadequate just thinking I failed it.   Why did I even apply in the first place? Let me see, a challenging job, bigger pay and career promotion.   No harm in trying remember?  

Oh well that is life.    You can't control the outcomes.   You can only do your best.     

And being my best involves learning new things, stretching myself and keeping my mind sharp.    

Hope everyone is enjoying the summer.   What have you been up to?

picture credit:   http://bitsotruth.blogspot.com/2011/04/01125.html