Invisible

Am I the diminished tree in distance
Shaken by wind blows, bent in waning light
Empty of nests, gnarled in mute existence

Am I the fallen leaf in snow-bleached night
Solitary figure, cut out of frame
Abandoned by time, dying out of sight

Am I the buried book,  dame with lame name
To bellow brave exploits & loves, so lyrical
Stirring up grey eyes, a chanteuse proclaims 

No, I refuse to be the invisible
Or silenced by brighter light, louder voice
I'm not just a chorus or syllable

My life is tapestry of songs, by choice
Woven of seasons & storms, growing rose

Grace@Winter

Poetry form:  Terza Rima where the sonnet is divided into 4 tercets and a couplet with the following rhyme scheme: ABA BCB CDC DED EE.

The title came from a conversation with a group of friends, having post Christmas dinner last Saturday night.  We were all comparing our Christmas holidays and getting updates  about how our children were doing.   During his family gathering, my friend statement was, "Have I become invisible?   I don't like it."


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Also my entry for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry form, Sonnet.   If you have any inputs on improving my sonnet, please let me know in your comments below.  Thanks for your visit.

of tangerine dreams

i see your smile, shy-tangerine grin
behind the crab apple tree, sunset-stilled
you move slowly to pluck the ripe 
bearing fruits, licked by summer rain 

i taste wine & olives as i walk towards you 
but you're turning to a blur, mist of clouds
my feet are turning to quicksand as
you fade away, dreamscape in a fog-

how quickly i forget, time has hidden you
from me- you, fiery fire of my canvas-
you, deepest blue lake of my thoughts-

every night, even with my eyes closed
i can trace your face with my fingertips,
my love, sleep, until we meet again-

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Free verse sonnet hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.

Breathing in Blue

A trail of black birds, along the middle, dark blue line

@Grace

lift my feet above limestone cliffs
plume my wings of salty spray 
crisp my tongue to hunger,  wild
is your call, gleaming of sun's fire

bring me far away and beyond
to this blue, dazzling of infinity
open my tired eyes, from smallness 
to behold your eternal charm

not even shadows from forest 
can destroy your artless guile
you soothe our fickle shallow lives
with steady rhythm, this is you- 


breath of my heart, carved me blue
until your light, inside me, shines true



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Breathing in Blue,  Hosted by De Jackson.  Join us for all things blue when the pub opens at 3pm EST.  Thanks for your visit.

Sayuri-san

Behind bamboo wall 
She powders her cheeks white
As wooden clogs bound her feet 
How she dreams to be a bird
not a doll with cursed red lips 

Photography by Totomai Martinez

Photography by Totomai Martinez

What lies beneath your wintered eyes

Are you hiding a jewel, black as pain

From a hundred lashes of an errant word?  

What secrets guard your wide gold sleeves

when night comes spinning out of orbit?

Has bitterness tinged your blood to rust?

Here is the spark & grit of desire

Or would a venom of revenge be fair game?

Once, your laughter was raven’s delight

As you bargain with harvest moon for its tales-     

Rise & dispel this silence of ghostly chant –

This dearth of burning fire & biting moths-

Press your red lips against the stone

Unbound your robe & step into light   

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - We are writing to the muse of Totomai Martinez photography.   thanks for the visit ~

in midst of autumn

when maple trees catch fire
so do my words conspire
to gather as grey crows
piercing dry sky in throes

why are lands snarled at war
when none can square the score
as more heads will rot, roll
i wear black gown for fall

my hand holds a feather
soft, when sewn together
can be blue shawl of peace
when will we learn to cease

using faith as charade
as each leaf turns red jade

Wild Birds Burning

Photography by Brooke Shaden

Posted for OpenlinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub - Thanks for the visit ~

Notes before leaving

                                                                                        © Isadora Gruye



If you should leave, don't make it on Sunday
       When I'm baking chicken topped with butter-  

Not on Friday, when I'm eager to come
       home from work, drooping eyelids, aching thumbs-

Monday might be a good day, when my mind
       dwells on unfinished work, like a sour rind - 

Thinking of pay cheque by Thursday, time flies
       like a beggar, as I file & refile -    

Instead, pack your bags on Tuesday after-
       noon, when I'm drunk with paints, pens & verses- 

Hands sag like autumn leaves,  forehead sweaty - 
       Outside, neglected plants sniffle on wet

Tissues, the lone tree snaps like rubber band - 
       I won't noticed that you are gone - as planned -




Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Poem in 14 lines
and Poets United  

Updated:   This poem has been selected as Poem of the week - Thank you ~

My journey

there are roads under the rising sun
which takes you beyond white painted signs,
      cobbled streets, riddled with stones broken,
      pushing boundaries, shivering spines


there are some journeys that define you
mark creases deeply on your forehead
      circle eyes in laughter lines and woes
      seasons tongue of oils and garlic bread


here in my pale hands are the rice grains
to seed the grassland and cleave the soil
      of words into trees. behold the rain,
      sun and ocean, all new as i toil


each day, my spirit gathers firelight,
cadence, wheels and speed. bolder, i write  


Posted for OpenLinkNight of Real Toads and D'verse Poets Pub 
Happy Anniversary Month and cheers for many more journeys ~  


Picture credit:   Moment like this by Uwe eischens