Thursday, February 11, 2016

He said, she said at the trial



Credit:   Noell Oszvald

You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart
You fiddle with words, lace them as art
Then strike me with blows with no prior

Warning, your every kiss is black fire

Waiting to suffocate my throat
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar
Twisting memories to veil your grotesque heart

Beneath smooth clothes, you are a collector 

Of wicked games, & I, a poor sport
Of your diversions.   Now, I am scarred
With guilt, wallowing in rust & mire
You say I lie, but you're a bigger liar




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Writing to Rondel poetry form, Hosted by Gayle ~   Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Happy good fortune!!




Fortune Cookie:   A merry heart does good like a medicine.


She said, don't give me a thousand silver keys
Nor sky tangled in red silk threads

All she ask is a single pale rose at dawn
& she'll dance until sun is a twilight of cinnamon-orange hues

She said, don't carve me an ivory vase
Nor a jade bracelet with golden case

All she ask is for a sturdy & steady boat
Filled with salty harvest of sea & shores

I bring her a tang of warm wind & sugary aroma
of freshly made bread & blueberry pies

with buckets of belly laughter, dash of humor & care 

She said, my heart is merry, thumping with cymbals 

Look at all my good fortunes-
I say, Maybe you will live up to 100!




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics hosted by Kanzensakura ~  Gong Xi Fa Cai or Gong Hey Fat Choy – Happy New Year in Mandarin and Cantonese!!!

Monday, February 8, 2016

The lull of the night



Moon hides above yew trees
While clouds drift aimlessly

I don lilac robes & hear 
above ticking clock

A whisper  
Then, call from raven

But my memories are dull
Between vowels
lull of broken refrain

No word appears on my tongue
Another night without stars



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Hosted by Bjorn Brudberg ~   A poem in exactly 44 words.


Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Awakening spring

a red apple
plops 

on soil
a half-world away

summer
pulses of hungry bees & fire-

             flies-
it's the season of heat, lime- 

pressed drinks & masked

carnivals- i wait

for curl

of first magnolia bulb

& quickening of new

               moon


Picture credit:   here

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  Trying my hand at Imagism (WCW poems), which I missed last week ~Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Coming back as a wanderer

by riverside
along mountains trails
my wings are spotted brown by sun


from tree tops
to ground swelling with small animals
I dive steeply with hunter's keen eyes 

A bird of prey, I

bring no papers 
or keys to this lush forest 

Only lungs filled
by salty rocks by lighthouses
my skin is moist with adventures
of lost ravines

With a flash of blue-grey feathers,  
I thrust my striped wings 
to where tea-stained sands

shuffle, slither and leave 
no imprint

of lost bones or metallic grooves

there is only
the wind, warm with mystery-
my constant companion








Posted for Poetics - Coming back hosted by Abhra Pal ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Monday, February 1, 2016

Still waters under the bridge



Picture Credit:   Gabriella


We pass along this way, too many times to count.  Whether in the early morning or late afternoon, we amble along the park content with our short stories and small gossip.  The walk always felt short, tinged with the smell of ripe apples and plums on the ground. Around the bend, we would run home, with our pockets filled with small stones.

But today I don't notice the bare trees nor river tide. Not even the fruits mulched on the soil. Only the empty fields stretching wide under grey clouds.   There were no pigeons or geese nor any children loitering around. There was only this silence, reverberating, swishing with sharp thrust of the coldest air.   


rain trickles down
silver light on webbed twigs -
an owl hoots, unending



Posted for D'verse Poets- Haibun Monday - Hosted by Gabriella  ~  Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Lost brotherhood




Migrating Siberian Cranes over Himalayas 


white against white
    sky is an open road
       above ice-capped mountains

wild is the call of wind
    that rushes in our lungs
       as we cross continents & rivers

to where the sun greens
     every blade of grass, browns earth-
        worms, yellows fish in marshlands

we fear not the crossing
     the flock is brotherhood
        marking the journey old as sea

our wingspan fight
     against eagles and vultures
         yet we fear not
              as we smell rain clouds
       above the marsh & bogs
       
as we travel  
      on and on       
           don't lead us astray
                     with your hunting games
                 for our prized plumes
         for our tender meat

leave us 
      in our untamed earth
            dense, unsettled as clouds  
               with the wind as our choir      
                       we move as kindred souls 
                                   in silent geometry
                                     
                            Let this be not our  
                                                         last
                                                                 j o u r
                                                                             n
                                                                                 e
                                                                                      y

   

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - We are writing about ecopoetry ~  Sadly these long-lived cranes  is on the list of endangered species as its population has greatly diminished in the last 3 decades.     Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Too many names

I place a spell on time
It knew not what day is today
Nor what hour is shaping 
It slurred like a hapless driver 
With no hands to tally
coins and bills
beginnings and endings
My clock danced with no shoes 
and threw pebbles across the pond

What of my given birth name
Tying me to a place
Where every girl born is given
the first name Mary 
And the last name is everyone's
last name in the town
And even if someone 
writes my name on the sand 
Ocean tide erases them
like rain cleansing away chalk marks
What am I called when I am newly born
like budding blooms in season
My mouth filled with rain & nectar

At night, I hang up 
all the labels I wear- wife,
mother, employee, citizen, daughter
And fold away
all the names & letters I have been called
I put on the color of earth 
And dabble on my cheeks 
the blush and perfume of flowers
The veil of the moon covers me

I, the unnamed one,
into the wholeness of sky-




Title and poem inspired by Pablo Neruda's Too Many Names poem.

Written for D'verse Poets Pub -Writing a Poem In response - Hosted by Mary ~

Thanks for the visit ~  Picture credit:  here

Monday, January 18, 2016

Dancing in the afternoon


Taste of nectar
Overpowers fresh blooms

Swirling above blue-stripped
sky, bees
wiggle and hum
rhythm of air & clouds

Sweet song of honey
captivates
running deep their veins

With quick beats, they fly
round and round
between heat & sugary dreams

I dance with 
buzzing choir  






Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Quadrille - a poem in 44 words ~ Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg
Bees "dance" as a form of communication to other bees about a source of nectar or honey ~

Picture credit:   here

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Painting in the dark

I gather darkness at brush's end
         descend 
To deepest well, I mine a diamond  
         to silence
Pouring blue salt and golden wheat
         I paint 
Without pleats nor restraints 
My canvas glimmers as fireflies
skittering under olive-grey foggy skies
Descend to silence, I paint








Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Ovillejo hosted by De Jackson
Thanks for the visit ~