5 Pieces on Peace

i.
Peace is a red 
lipstick 
I slip on 
a rainy night

ii.
Peace is a kettle 
whistling steam & tea
as snow outside
heavily coats
pine and maple trees

iii.
Peace is a cheap pen
I scribble
on corners of free metro paper
with words
without syntax

iv.
Peace is a wet rug
I clean
the walls
riddled with bullets
the floor
red with broken bones

v.
Peace is a paring knife
cleaving away the skin
and bones of history 
only the seeds remain
to be scattered
by the birds


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  Wishing everyone peace and light in the coming holiday season !  Take care and see you next year !!!!

6 Pieces of Time

I.    time is a water jug
      i forget
      in a corner

II.    time is a feather
       cold, stripped from bone-
       but warm as lilac ribbed-blanket
       on your chest

III.   time is a clay
       molding me 
       until i learn 
       to unmold myself  

IV.   time is a lull 
       between raindrops
       the pause, between letters
       and musical notes
       as my mind wanders
       in ink, brush and pottery tool

V.    time is the missing
       eye, ear or finger 
       i lost in the journey
       i may never retrieve it
       but if i ever do,  
       i will carry it
       sacred
       into the dusk

VI.   time is a tango
       dance
       with you-
       always with you-



Posted for the D'verse poets pub - poetics on Time.   Hosted by Lillian ~

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A Winter Night

the moon is half drum as night unspools threads of velvet.  i love to watch the blue hour of sunset and inhale the fragrance of pines.  tonight, i cannot go outside as its below zero and very chilly.   last friday, after my hubby and i had dinner at the vietnamese restaurant, i saw an old man with full beard of white.   he is homeless from the way he carried paper bags of stuff.   he also looked unkempt and struggled to walk along the sidewalk. above, the sky was an endless map, empty of stars.  when I last glanced back at the old man, he has disappeared in the cold night. 

fresh snow on browning leaves-

dusk comes charging, a grey horse

belching clouds of white

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Hosted by Kanzensakura ~  This is our last Haibun before we take our 2 week holiday break in December.

These scars of mine

They are wells 
with tulip's skin   

not welts from  
reckless kettle-burns 
nor winter-slashes
on black mirrored ice
and not splintered-stones
moon-stitched, 
lifeless 

you say:   
my memories are treacherously 
frail 

but inside this battle-weary heart
I keep a  
purse of scars
burning 
& stars writhing (still) 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word SCAR - The pub opens at 3pm EST ~  Thanks De ~

Half moon in November

                                                         Grace@Everyday Amazing



my bony fingers
searched for your shoulder of green
under the half-sliced moon
but instead I tasted bittersweet
tang of the first snow flurries
pared by November's howling wind-



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  Thanks for joining us ~

One glorious morning

I saw the earth juggling 
between two crown jewels -  

sunrise at the heavenly east
and westward -where the star-lit ivory moon sets

But my eyes are riveted

to ancient trees 
with no fruits nor leaves, becoming bones 

sinking deeper to soil

I embrace this hour 
in silence -

all my senses awakening
as the morning ripens, 
greeting me
with all the light it has 
& can ever give me

Inspired by the original work of Rainer Maria Rilke.

The hour is striking so close above me

by Rainer Maria Rilke

English version by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
Original Language German

The hour is striking so close above me,
so clear and sharp,
that all my senses ring with it.
I feel it now: there's a power in me
to grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real
without my beholding it.
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub  - Poetics - Cover Poems by guest Bryan.

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Darkness after the 9th hour

Your last breath is our cross
We are now shadows, unmoving 
as we gaze at your body on couch

That Death's hands touched you
Painting you common mortal
under heavy curtains of dusk 

Death is a thief
Robbing you of frail parting words 
Our hearts are shattered ivory

Do you hear our choir of tears? 
We implore darkness to hide our grief
Swallow us whole, bury us as sands 
beneath your swollen feet

Myrrh on your bosom, chin & cheeks
can't stifle the stench of death in air

We remember you, as we pray
Eternal Mother, our undiminished light

Death of the Virgin by Caravaggio

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.

The city by the Great River's mouth

I am yellow 
sparkling lights &
scribbling daring words

on turrets, 
walls and bridges,
bar stools and shiny mirrors 

But tonight,
instead of wine 
& trying out exotic food
& beating to samba beat

I look up
to inhale the sky's deep
mystery-  

the full moon
eclipsing my city neon signs,
car lights, highways, borders 
to one giant canvas 

unblemished as black
stones and wild wheat field
running the river's mouth 
with tide's harmony  

I wear 
the night with simple
reverence
unadorned but for the moonlight
just as it was  
with my Native Fathers

Overlooking Mississauga City, Ontario, Canada during the Supermoon October 2016

The name "Mississauga" comes from the Anishinaabe word Misi-zaagiing, meaning "[Those at the] Great River-mouth."

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Night time City Panorama ~ Hosted by Kim Russell

winter's first exhale

Grace@Everyday Amazing

flurries 
light as feathers
falling in November's whiplash wind 

howling sky is pewter
as leaves dance in tattered
remains of empty garden

in the tumult of winter's arrival
breathe the calm 
you must keep steady

blue fire 
blazing for all
that's good in us




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 Word Post, with the word breath/e.   Hosted by Mish ~ We had snow flurries yesterday.   Thanks for the visit ~

Words of Division

The skin is thin
clover, delicate egg wash
whilst November's winter wind
is knife
screeching white swastikas
of hate
And language of fear
touches tongue
        ice
        or fire

The light bulb is busted
and painting is rust
Autumn leaves on my feet
is choir
creaking notes of discord
The voice of truth
is lost key
        paper or 
        rock

Exhale the burn
and myopic opinions of 
the arrogant crowd
Mute the noise outside
And listen
for the walls are coming up
       Inside our heads
       Inside our hearts

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Perhaps I should say, that the walls have already gone way up.   A short commentary on the heated political discussions that is dividing families and friends in North America and beyond.  I am staying away from FB for the moment.

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