Waltzing at night

 

this notebook is a bear

-hug I need

warm as fuzzy blanket

on winter night

my pen stirs the soup

of longing sun

of butterfly wishes

of spring seeds & peppermint sky

and i am there

with you

each page, smooth

spoonful of sugar custard

each chapter, drum

-beat of heady blues & wine

i fold its hands

cupped with sangria flowers

of my secrets

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB:   Personification and Imagery.  Use any or both of these poetic devices in your poem.

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{sadness}

 i left sadness as a half-peeled onion

on a platter

it saw no sunshine

but to my surprise, it grew

speckled leaves

the color of my eyes &

roots, the shape of my feet

i planted it in pot of soil

nurtured by winter cold symphony

& northern darkness

no petals grew

nor sweet fruits of long summer days

instead its roots spread

warming my blood

as spice, flavor, fire

in my belly

it became part of my body

watercolors my hours

& underlines my little joys

whistling with sigh & shiver 

hush of pine trees

Inspired by my Photo of the Growing Half-Peeled Onion

"Color arrives,
sometimes when
you least expect it."  Inspired from post from Brain Pickings 

Inspired Poem by W. S. Mervin

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - A Conversation, hosted by Sarah Connor.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

What's inside the box

 

blues & blue bows,

endings 

with messy mislabels, endings

of unfinished books, endings

with edges 

of contrition & sleeves of discovery

one door

opening to another door

maze of

                endings, that never

                                                ends

*a drop of ore,

a native flower,

a piece of splendor

day in and day out

Last 4 lines from *What Beauty does by Patricia Spears Jones

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - endings & beginnings, hosted by Peter Frankis.   Thanks for your comments & visits.   Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas.  Happy Holidays!   See you on Jan. 4, 2021!!!

Under Gothic Lights

 

Your perfume is black orchid of sadness

Enticing my shadows, rhapsody of madness

I shimmer into your quicksand of scars

Blood ink-stained verses drip, my hands are shears

wholly competing for your moon-starved eyes, I'm 

falling over your reckless mountains & dunes of desire

Above, stars are pelting unicorn's lights

Sky is castle of doomsday chaos in our sighs

We hear our hearts beat as birds of prey

Circling in unison - magic - in the fray

Our mouths are filled with dead flowers

And tumbleweeds, caressing stolen hours

Love, let's lie together, stroked (stroking)

in our failing universe, ash-smoked (smoking)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.   Thanks for your visits and comments.   This is our last Poetics for 2020 before we go to our Holiday break.  

Flight

My heart was split, and a flower appeared*

I bartered my hourglass of sand for its petalled serenity

I offered my cup for the boldness of its elixir 

There is a receptacle of honey & beeswax

I wanted to jar & hold it    {forever}

But its stem faltered, wanting nothing

As bare red maple trees wanting nothing

But crimson orange sunset, quicksilver of light

Burnishing its bark with summer chaos of birdsongs 

I sink to earth's moss & inhale icy musk of death

Let go, carry on   {kite}

Filled with wishbones & books braided on tailwinds

*My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Stepping Off the Sidewalk, Hosted by Laura Bloomsbury.  Thanks for the visit and comments.

Smooth Operator

 

i want slow dancing

starbursting in my chest

& filaments of delicate lacework

latching on my ribs

{swoon}

the night spell is mad timbre

of iridescent specks of dotted lights

smooth as ripe velvet plums

swaying  

                earthly swells

wine color 

                 drumbeats

& taste of wild 

                        crooning clarinet

pour red, 

     (bubbles of rose champagne)

all over my saxophone

     splashing purple & violet hues

my piano fingers are fire-

crackers

              all over you

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Synesthesia in music.   Sade is one of my favorite singer - classy with that distinct sexy voice.    Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.  Thanks for the visit.

Witch's Broom

 

Whipstitched nebula of filaments

Wandering clouds of dust, ember & gas

We wish

Watchfulness of ravens

Wistful beacon of light from dolphin's eyes

Wellspring of ancient forest billowing in our chests

Weightlessness of wars, words & wounds

NGC 6960 (Witch's Broom Nebula)

Picture credit:  Here

Posted for dVerse OpenLink Night (Live Edition), hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.    Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Sanaa will be hosting live for the first  hour via google meet.

Poetry form is Pleiades.  A late entry for the our Poetics Promp, Stars that Count.

clarity {goodbye}

 

he has the ocean in his eyes

speckled emerald & sky

watching {her}

spring steps

she holds the forest 

breath

breathing

heartbeats of baby roots, creeks, rocks

& redwood colliding 

to gentle swish-sway of everglades

tilting to where sun

unribs fallen yellow and red maple leaves

in the stillness 

-calibration of wishbones, chances & crossroads-

the answer 

settles on his grey hair, soft bubble of rain-

                                                              drop

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetics:   Look Into My Eyes, hosted by Mish.   I have responded to the prompt of incorporating the eyes, to my post.

Thanks for the visits and comments.

an impatien(t) rearrangement, i move potted plants

 

from cold draft

to cradled lamp light 

   i (too) am impatient 

for passing of northern wind

shreding black-tarred maple 

leaves to leather-rust 

earth

plots seedpod, rebulbs tubers

(sleep)

womb of possibilities-

   green fingerlings, pink-sunlit crowns,

   petals bee-trimmed in mediterranean 

   hues-

unperturbed by winter's breath

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, Poem Those Possibles, hosted by De Jackson.   Please join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

a witness

 

lockdown  (pause)

the everyday normal

our house, room, walls

is the office & theatre & sports bar

& gym & school & library (& everything else)-

wired & plugged & zoomed

virtual doctor appointments & weddings 

& funerals (& everything else)-

we follow rules under pandemic times

wearing mask was initially a strange abnormality

like fishy, false news, but graph data of rising cases

don't lie

as in votes count in election results

don't lie

i delete

(covididiots marching last weekend) & read

with hope vaccine development news

How to Pronounce Knife

won our 2020 Giller Prize for short stories

i practice on my readings,

rounding my voice to bellowing bells

applause, applause (pause)-

my mind reels back to short dayhours

as yellowing of maple leaves mark

the season change

we (pause)

winter for few days of sun-

shine, spring of birdsongs, magic of colors

blanketing our city up north

20 C in Mississauga City, Nov. 10, 2020

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Poetry as Witness, hosted by Peter Frankis.

We are enjoying a (rare) warm autumn week.   Thanks for the visit and comments.