Sounds of Silence

on some good days, 
silence is a gentle
bed of summer
filled with whirling cotton 
puffs

but these times are few
as there sits this silence
beside me
digging into my eyes
(i can't sleep)
rifling me out of my ear drums 
of tranquility
& pouring darkness in the cracks 
of my skin-

sometimes it is a phlegm
that sticks to the tongue
i rinse with alcohol
drowning it with yellow-spotted pills 
but it   
keeps growing a music
of wailing wind, dripping faucet
& sobbing grave stones  
(i can't sleep)

how do you keep this silence
silent?   


Posted for the dVerse Poets - Poetics - Sounds of Silence by guest blogger Dwight Roth.  Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  For this write, I tried to get into the head of an individual with mental health issues/depression.   Thanks for your visits.

Forget-me-flowers

We chat over tea and maple biscuits 
as carnations & lilies deck the minutes
Your lips are red petals, fawning  
While my feet are wings, flitting 
happily as moths amongst tulips  
You pin a white clover into your hair
And tuck blue violets on your wrists 
Overhead, deadly nettle stings my neck
Igniting inside me, darkness, growing fire
Of barberry and yew - I'm sorry I can't offer you
the sweetness of roses, light of sunflowers
Here, take back all the flowers

And forget me, as I disappear, a scud
in the sadness of half-moon, shriveling bud

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - The Language of Flowers, hosted by Sarah Connors.  You can check for more information of the flowers and their meaning here.
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Riverwood

Which way do I turn, if not, to you
Woodsy path is wild - wheat, grass, moss
Berries abound, colorful as birds
As summer mornings cool as iced tea
Under pines & sugar maple trees
River-bound, the air is pristine
Rebirthing within me, slate so green

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Septet (7 lines) poetry form, hosted by Frank Hubeny.   

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Praying seven (x 7)

i didn't think of myself
-not in the beginning-
until he commended me -
chaste daughter, kind tempered, patient
virtues that he valued
as silky pearls, layer upon layer
-seven times seven-
shimmering under summer sky

the affirmation is I am
-an ending-
by what I have sacrificed 
laboriously, under repeated threshing
 -seven times seven-
my vanity, anger, greed, envy, sins
my life for his
until my caring hands wrinkled
husking the grains
and my voice became hoarse

following his
reciting the prayers
for the dying





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - 7 times 7, hosted by Amaya.  We are to write about seven virtues and seven deadly sins.  Please note that this poem is not about myself; just my reflections about gaining virtues.  

(a)new

grow me pleats 
of feather and wings
and an itch to fly
beyond blue lake

stitch me 
under swathes of monotones
a twitch
to gather colors 
beyond my borders

edge this pen of mine
with hollowness
with lack
needling me endlessly
until I'm (un)done



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Celebrating our 7th dVerse Anniversary!   This is Quadrille #60, 44 word post with the word "itch".   Join us as we open our pub doors after a short break!  See you at 3pm EST.

unfinished

not river flowing but shallow pool
       of dewdrops
not colorless but midnight cocoon 
       under strawberry moon
not restlessness of wild season but slow 
       spring fire bubbling underneath 

silence is my companion
       not noise or music  
as i edit, shape and refashion
       this canvas
never complete nor empty
       ... just unfinished





Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg - Using a prompt I missed before, Via Negativa - check it out.

dVerse will have a summer break from July 1 to 13, 2018.   Then on July 16, we open again to celebrate dVerse 7th year anniversary.  See you on July 16, Monday!!!!

the world inside/outside

i, the day
you, the night

i, framing the sky with questions
you,  paving it with silence

i, penning words bursting out of seams
you, painting abstracts serene as midnight stars

i flee from bees lusting for roses and summer blooms
you are drenched in rain from monsoon storms 

my sun rises in pink over blue mirrored lake 
your sun sets in scattered inkblots of mystery

time races when we kiss 
                                      and twist                                       
time pauses when we spar 
                                      and part

the sweetness and bitterness 
                                      drives us mad
we zigzag and go off course but 
                                      love circles back (to)
                                      
this world of us, inside you
inside me, this world of us




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Opposites Attract, or Do They?, hosted by Lillian.
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Mothering the mother

I hold my first grandson, who is 1 month old in my arms.  His whole face and sleepy frame speaks of innocence and trust. I really have to get used to being called a Grandma now.  The cycle of life loops.  I am transported back to the past, back to time I first held my first born in April.   We stayed in my family's ancestral home during my maternity leave. It was a hot summer month, yet I felt soothed by the  abundance of mango, papaya and banana trees around the house.  It was the season of ripeness and the house buzzed with energy. 

As a first time mother, I was excited to dive into my new role.  I followed the doctor's instructions and kept a diary.   If my son would cry or have a bum stomach, my mother and grandmother and I would have a quick meeting and discuss solutions.  It was a "mother's conference only" and I was lucky to benefit from their wisdom.  My mother's wings were wet, but I flew confidently with their wind sails beneath me.     

My son burps his baby, cradling him with strength of giant willow tree.         

chickadees frolic
as tropical heat dries blankets- 
i smell - milk & sunshine -  


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday, hosted by Jilly.   
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Solstice

We walk with long shadows trailing
As sun sets with hues unveiling

Orange and red weaves with soft blue
We guzzle summer's heady brew

Red roses carpet, scent of green
Misting our brows with sweaty sheen

On the horizon, half-moon rises
Silvering lips stained by spices 

Grace@Everyday Amazing

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Couplets for the Solstice - Hosted by Frank Hubeny ~
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Summer feast

when summer sun climbs 

ladder of dust

cycle me to the footpath

of sea stones, shells and twigs

lake water, a flute of harmony

blue sky, scattered bed of feathers 

swans dive to catch food

i linger under shades to savor feast

of berries

Lakeshore, Mississauga City

Grace's Instagram

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Kim Russell.  This is a 44 word post with the chosen word, CYCLE.  Come join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit.