A spring sonnet

The falling snowflakes are fierce this morning,
Deceivingly soft, they sting like bitter 
Grapefruit on chapped lips, sharp as your absence

     The room shrinks to tiny, moved by mourning     
     Even the wind relents as trees shiver
     Like lost verses, cut from the roots, condense 

Air wraps the window, milky sheen turning 
Frosted glass, I trace your name in silver 
Then light up the candles with sweet incense 

    The pages in my hands turn to saplings  
    Your words echo, a deep tunneled river                      
    Reminding me to wait, with calm patience  

I whisper - come soon-  like spring , quivering
A thirsty bee, and I'll be a rose, unfurling

 Showers of Roses

Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Sonnet written in four tercets and a couplet. Rhyme scheme abc abc abc abc aa (or bb or cc).  I welcome constructive inputs on my writing.  Thanks for the visit.

Night roses

at night, red roses
       shrivel like fearful poems,
       afraid of slightest light & breeze -
   
blossoming petals
       hide under bed skirts,
       ashamed of bold & silky thoughts -    
               
round leaves falter
       under weight of thorny encounters,
       hesitant in its footing-

lost is the fragrant
      water, that oils the tongue,
      sweeter than red wine & cream-

one by one, petals fall
      like dead language-
      & i, alone & sleep-starved, 

don't remember why it is even there -  

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:   Dominant Impression in Artistic Description - Hosted by Kelvin S.M. ~  Thanks for the visit ~   

Post-valentine note

I love spilling the page     I love ripping pages
I love falling over & over     I love pause
I love feverish words, climbing like ants, blind as bats

I love silver teaspoons    I love spooning at night
I love long afternoon walks     I love getting lost
I love red, reddish & magenta like sinful velvet cakes 

I love heat & pancakes for breakfast    I love fast & slow
I love opening small boxes    I love putting ribbons in boxes
I love pattern of leaves, rings in trees, streaks of sunlight  

I love the smell of fresh coffee    I love dancing to Latin beat
I love sizzling steaks      I love sea salt baths
I love hiss-hiss-hiss of teapot    I love tip-tap-tip-tap of rain

I love melting snow      I love melting together    
I love skin      I love scents     I love colors   
I love waking up to another day with you--

Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub (starting 3pm EST)

Using some Poet's tool box and Mayer's Experiment- Making use of repetition ~ Thanks for the visit ~ 

Of black and white

Painting by M.C. Escher (1920)

the room plunges into shadows
as your silver tongue licks my face,
slowly stripping my colors & exotic scent
in your haste to drink deeply from me- 

you have turned limbs into fishes
that swayed & followed your swagger & steps 
i grew blind eyes & numbed hunger to what
existed outside these walls, painted in milky gray- 


rainbow colors in a palette,   
shades in varying degrees, now 
roots me like winter trees, searching 
for my clothes,  my fruits, my words- 

our daughter, now grown up     

asked only one thing from you --

look at us- 
violet leaves, scarlet blooms, dark olive eyes-   

not a canvas of black and white -

Posted for OpenLinkNight of Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Monday) - Free-verse and Ekphrasis poem

You

                Are my vowels & consonants

                                Growing in the index of my fingers &

                                (Careless) tip of tongue as I pen

                                With/in parameters & out/er margins-

                                You roll and colour 

                                Every metaphor & simile

                                You cup, measure and fill

                                The cheeks of my verses

                                The zing in stanzas, stress in meters 

                                You are the curl of my (perfect) font

                                Dash in my every-thing & un-finished thoughts 

                                The comma in epilogue, next & always -

   

                                You candle-burn my pages - 
                                And even though you mess me up with conjugations,
                                The words always lead me back to

         
                                                                                     you 

                                                    

                                   

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to let you go

                                                              @ Scarlet Verses

i let you go,
& now the bench looks cold --
empty & stilled by ice

even the trees are strangers,   
veiled in heavy crystals
& silent as the cold wind -- 

i walk along the park,
trying to embrace the moment
of your absence, like a warm
candle light 

that flickers my chest,
softer than snowflakes --  
i hold the fragments of your face 
precious as the sun --

loneliness      
sharpens like icicles 
draping my morning window --

good-byes should be transient 
as winter, a flip-side to hellos-
but i find that 
everything burns inside --  

maybe i need to learn the art
of forgetting when i remember, &
of remembering when i forget 

hope curls like a tiny seed 
of spring -- 


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Art of Letting Go
Shared with Poets United
Happy weekend from cold and frosty Canada ~      

More than yesterday

                                                                  Margaret Bednar                       

You pressed roses on my lips yesterday 
Blooming fragrant, softer than yesterday


My tongue traces your name slowly, deeply  
You are wine, plum sweeter than yesterday

Your music plays in my head, without words

Lifting my wings, stronger than yesterday


My arms hold your peace and words as you sleep
The moon lingers, longer than yesterday


Rain and clouds may dot and dim our sky  
Still I love you better than yesterday


Dance with me until I am old and gray
Weaving colors,  bolder than yesterday


Our limbs entwining, like a bookmarked page,  
Heaven is here, brighter than yesterday 


Poetry Form: Ghazal Sonnet - Ghazals are beautiful poems, originating in Arabic verse from the sixth century, written traditionally about poetically physical or spiritual love, with a melancholic air of separation or longing.    Seven couplets in pentameter with refrain, than yesterday.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight  - I am hosting today, so drop by starting at 3pm EST ~   Also please check out my collaborative poem with the talented Margaret Bednar at Real Toads ~