Morning's spell

color the morning cucumber-green
drench air fragrant as newly sliced cantaloupe
purple blooms wave at cardinals & inquisitive squirrels

i inhale deeply
some days are not like this

I gather summer-wild flowers 
spill sunlight on my arms
& pepper my day with vanilla scents

Cress Wildflowers

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post with the word SPILL.

Thanks for the visit ~

To a daughter by the lighthouse

Dry your victim's tears
I walk with you in this journey
You are
more than what they say you are
more than what you think you are

Feel your heartbeat
You are
born with survivor's spirit
A lighthouse to all those lost boats

Know that your cross is also my cross
And your scars will be beautifully shaped
Like deep thick roots of an oak tree
Some seasons, you will overflow with flowers
Some seasons, you will be empty of fruits
But you will keep on walking 

Even when some words are stones
Lingering sharp long after 
everyone have cast their judgments
Some words will be seeds
blooming even when you are not aware of it
They will be fuel and fire
Wind and thunderstorms
For your other sisters and brothers 
Be strong with your voice

Your children need to hear it-
Your partner needs to hear it-
Follow that instinct
Like the creatures of the earth

Who knows when its time to go or stay
When its time to be fight or give up
Keep yourself hungry for sunsets 
Thirsty for adventures & road trips
Don't you realize by now

You are more than 5 letters
A rib-maker, formed by your own hands-

By Colossal

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg

My thoughts upon reading the rape victim's powerful letter here  when her accuser, an ex-Stanford university swimmer, was sentenced to only 6 months of prison.

Chasing a song while walking the trails

Hamilton, Canada

Let's chase the sun
Across the valleys and plains
Out to where the sky is so blue

Take leave of your stuff
We'll travel light as birds
Marveling each new season
With a lilt and swooping wings

Let's chase the sun
Across the rivers and caves
Out to where sands are so pink

See the clouds whirling fast
Over apples trees and wheat fields
Chasing dragonflies, we put   
colorful marks along the way 

Let's chase the sun
Across the valleys and plains
Out to where the sky is so blue

Only when you see 
the school of fish, tarry
the murder of crows, pause
a siege of herons, stop

Otherwise, let's chase the sun
Across the valleys and plains
Out to where the sky is so blue


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics, The Music in You, hosted by Mish ~   Attempting a "singable" poem ~

Monday morning

Over my morning bowl of fruits, yogurt and honey, I contemplate the mist hanging over the rooftops.  The maple and oak trees are lush with green leaves and rain over the weekend.  I inhale the quiet strum of breeze over the sleepy drooping flowers.   The slow -caterpillar time is cut short as my eyes soon spot wayward stuff in the kitchen and dining room.   My hands become busy bees - picking up, tidying, and cleaning left-over dinner stains on the table and kitchen counter.  I have accepted that my standard of cleanliness is higher than the rest of the family.   Soon, the blue recycling and black garbage bags are finally tied and brought down to the garage.   The pace of my morning picks up faster as I leave for work and ride the subway train.   Though it is a summer morning,  I fail to catch butterflies along the way.  

the sun is a slow 
spider spinning its thread of gold-

I'm caught in its spell

Cut Leaved Thootwork

by Grace@EverydayAmazing

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Quotidian- hosted by Kanzensakura ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Having a lark while chasing a dream

Credit:   Andre Ermolaev

The others wagered
    that is a mistake

With a flint of steel
   she said No, I had enough

After a decade of numbers
   & files of business meetings-

This feels right & good
   My mistake will be not to give this a chance-

So she took a one-way ticket
    out of city with a single luggage

There are rivers, mellowed safe      
    from childhood

And there is a river that you
    choose over others

It surges
    twisting deeply
                    you fight 
                    to keep it moving

As it flows to an uncertain distant point-
    size of pinhead or crest of mountain top

Ideas leap in your head
    A jar of fireflies, a box of yellow daisies

Some days, you catch light-patterns shifting
    glowing new, a world only lovers see

Sometimes, you see nothing but sands
    & weight of stillness is deafening

Over a bottle of cheap wine
   in a rented motel room, that night

On a lark, you draw 
    monkeys fallin
                          g    from  t r      
                                              e e                  
                                                    s*  


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub -  Poetics:  Even Monkeys Fall from Trees* - With guest host, CC ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Summer heat, my mind plays trickster

Grace@Everyday Amazing

city bakes in heat
slows river   t i d e
as bikers zip 
     like buzzing b e e s

i lift my head
     for cool  b r e e z e
'tis rain
     of falling  p e t a l s

pinking the grass
her last spring  d a n c e

under tree,  tuck me
minting afternoon's  g l a r e-
'tis oasis   
of blooming  l a v en d e r



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Bjorn Rudberg  ~  This is a 44 word post with the word BREEZE.   We are back to basking under summer heat, whew!  

Haibun: Riverwood

My mind is a blank canvas this afternoon.   No frame, no ceiling, no door.   I gather wildflowers and mushrooms as I hike.   I draw the small birds hiding behind the lush foliage of trees, their bird songs a call to nature.   Here's the baby chipmunk frolicking across the grass.    The water has dried in some parts of the river trails, and a thick wild life has grown, filled with tall wheat stalks and fallen logs.  

I cup the sounds of the river, its rushing tides beguiling all visitors by its bank.    The water is clear, brownish under the late afternoon sun.   I hear the wild trout and salmon sashaying their bodies down the river currents, into another river, into another lake.   The path is endless, and though I can't follow them, I thread their goodwill into my journey.  I collect all of spring blessings - sky's quiet hush, wind's renewing spirit, tree's welcoming brushstrokes.     I return home, my mind filled with a cornucopia of fruits, bursting of ripeness.

yellow buds, serrated leaves

yarrow, flax & white clover bloom-
    casting shadows away  

   

At Riverwood Trails
Grace@Everyday Amazing

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Kazensakura.     We went for a walk over the weekend and enjoyed the warmth of spring season.  For the complete details of the prompt, please read the full post when we go live at Monday, 3pm EST.

The matriarch

If she was younger, she would be warrior
queen, zealously guarding her family
in times of war & upheaval

If she was even younger, she would be
a tall dark violet beauty with sassy tongue
& drinking hard with the guys

But alas, she was old when I met her
Cursing her gene for a long life
And her mother, still alive, crawling
on floor like a baby in her old age
frightened me and my sisters-

But she is always a warm breast to me
like a tropical sun
nurturing my awkward childish steps
while cursing her wayward sons to behave

They don't listen much to her anymore
but affectionately indulge her
when she tells them about her war-time escapades
It was a long time ago
Long before she became a widow

For time is running out fast
Her eagle eyes are now frail
Her bones are paper-light
And in the end, she was all silver
her feet bundled like a small bird-



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Character Study, hosted by guest Walter Wojtanik ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Crown of spring

dawn is breaking light
streaking egg-yolk paint 
across sky

green me
pink and red flowers
on rainy spring morning

petal me with dew
maple-gold trimmed by sugar
plum trees

spin me dizzy-blue  
before bees
steal my nectar

& wind 
runs away with my crown

by Grace

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word count with the word GREEN~

Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST today.  Have a wonderful week ~

The fire beast

A friction, a snap
the beast was awakened 
with fires on its tongue 
hungry for fuel

As dry wind crackled its brows
the sun bellowed 
hotter and meaner 
the beast's appetite grew for 
more & more food

Plumes of smoke covered its body
As he crashed doors & houses to pieces
He knew no boundaries, no fences
With breath drunk with rage  
He scarred the earth blackest of nights

No one can hold back the beast
as he thunder-roared
an ocean of flames
until all were charred dust, a barren land
once more

Some doors are meant 
(not) to be opened-

Picture credit:   Lillian

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Open a new door with me ~  Hosted by Lillian~

Thanks for the visit ~