Thursday, 3 November 2016

two moons ago

night air bristles,
the way spice darkens
           chocolates to red

sweet, with heat,
twines with peppered kick
            we melt: sea of flames 


Under ripe strawberry moon
             night's perfume:
I hear black wolf's racing pulse
             rain, musk, wood 
As your tongue cools my heated flesh
             tangled in your arms

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.   I am sharing two short poems I wrote during summer season. 

Thursday, 18 August 2016


read my letter as
you would pare ripe fruit - juiced
liquid clinging thick
words settle on your tongue - soft
as snowflake, tanged with sugar


moon song - velvety
against swaying maple trees
your face is candle
flicking deep night stars  - amber
against slope of my chest - pinked

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Tanka, hosted by Kanzensakura.

Thanks for the visit.

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Echoes of music

You are the snappy rhythm
my fingers catch, dally & dance

On black & pale ivory keys
Even with no sheets to follow

You are the sun-lit river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum

You are the flickering rain
on wood & fresh pines my feet sway to

Under verdant sky & billowing clouds
Stringing of noisy grey geese returning

to spring season of maple trees
Open the front door & hear- lilt, verve, cadence-

Never lost, it waits to be found-
This music, & you

The above poem is an edited poem.  Below is the original poem.

You are the rhythm
my fingers catch & play

On black & white keys
Even with no sheets to follow

You are the river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum

Under verdant sky
Stringing of noisy geese returning

to spring season of maple trees
Open the door & hear the call

Your music was never lost
It was just waiting to be found

Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.  We are asked to edit an old poem and kick it up with sensory details.

Thursday, 26 May 2016


we wax the full moon
silver fruit
then slice it
        petal by petal 
        leaf by leaf as if
hidden in its deepest core-
seeds of pomegranate 

our palms are 
chalices of wild honey
brimming our tongues
with lushness of
         blossoming lilacs

the fragrance is heady
dripping with awareness
that spring season is very short-  

and suddenly
between us, 
       night is velvet-apple
       sky is passionate violin 
strumming every kiss to heady brew 
bewitching wings to soar from the whirlwind

through all the rush, swell & ebb
spinning us madly out of orbit
we land  
          here, our safe harbor
          our ocean sand of silence

as we shut our eyes to sleep
we murmur a promise:  
never say 

Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight where I am hosting ~  Come & join us when pub opens starting at 3pm EST ~  This is a belated response to Abhra's Unintended Farewells prompt last Tuesday.

Thursday, 19 May 2016

Spring fever

the  sky
pink, blue, gold-
I  ache  for   green
dazzling leap of morn- 
Fragrance is you, rain-fresh
With the wild song in your eyes
Around us, earth buzzes - wings - life
Kiss, spice me madly  - I   want   to      do
With you what spring does with the cherry trees

“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”

― Pablo NerudaTwenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

I have been using this quote in my poems for the last 4 years at the height of the spring season so I am carrying my own tradition.  

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Etheree poetry form, hosted by Victoria Slotto ~

Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, 12 May 2016

The sweet season

Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
-Pablo Neruda

the slow trickle of heat, love
is enough to flame the forest, it is
         season for hunger - smell of rosebuds, a
wave of spring green-     a war-
drum beats, our chests throbbing of
passion-        your kisses are lightning
while my lips are ink and
          pink pressing letters on your skin, we're two
voyagers finding the same spiral shell, our bodies
are petals of clover, ruined
by blazing afternoon sun, by
           wild tempest of colors, 
language our fingers (re)trace, trembling under a single
symphony-        this season is sweetness

Posted for D'verse OpenLink Night, hosted by Gayle 

Poem form is Golden Shovel - where the end word of each line is a quote from one of Pablo Neruda's poem.  Thanks De for the introduction of this form~

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Say it with flowers

I should burn old year
& throw away the scarlet letters, but I don't

The moon crawls
between spaces & craves your imprint

I keep sliding back to your
touch bruising the back of my bare knees

It was the promise of Always
slotted between wet kisses & sweaty palms

How my face flowers just for you
The bad boy of the town 

I learned the many degrees of Always
Flimsy as moth wings

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  
Yet the wanting of you is an addiction

Crackling after the blazing dies
Always, always, always

even when you don't give me 
any flowers

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Mary ~  Inspired by poem

Burning the Old YearBY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE

I used two lines:   Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,  
                         Crackle (ing) after the blazing dies
Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday, 18 February 2016


You dwell between
syllables & lotus leaves
Not a rhapsody of teal
But torrent of kisses & fire
melting winter crystals to rain


Weave your cyan pink sky
between each ice drop chandelier
Touch me with promises
Made long ago, I surrender
to ardent dusk, blooming with tulips

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~  Thanks for the visit ~ Poetry form:  Tanka

Monday, 15 February 2016

The tainted gift

After a few sips of red wine, you went for a tentative kiss on my lips.   It was tender, soft, smell of fresh ink on brand new page.   I twined my arms around your neck, and pressed for another kiss.   No words were enough, and I was swept into your fiery embrace.   There were no secrets I kept from you as I was an open book.   Soon, you proposed with a diamond ring under the moonless night.   I was thrilled by your passionate declarations, and marked this day, the day.   

Under your persuasion, I threw out caution, and we went on road trips together. It was wild rebellion, goose-bumps intense like "us versus the world".  The tides quickly turned deep & blood-thirsty.  You became the enabler, that I was trying out things I have not done before - marathon drinks & drug-induced parties until the morning.   The final sting came one midnight, when I had to be rushed to the hospital due to severe attacks from heady drug cocktails.   What was in the shadows that nursed your shaking heart?  Or was the darkness already in me, awaiting your touch ?

icy polar wind  
snaps the twigs to white, deadly
still, color of my sky

Inspired by:  "Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." 
― Mary Oliver

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.

Thursday, 21 January 2016

Tanka: Dancing under the moon

under fog-lit moon
the dance of your fingertips
on my skin is spring,
unfolding petals white & peach
rain-rippled, silk with desire

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Hosted by Gayle ~  Thanks for the visit ~
Poetry form:   Tanka

Thursday, 7 January 2016


words unspoken
crackle the air crisp as magnolia
tangy as first apple bite
you entice me with a dream's glimpse:   
your voice twining with moon's lilt
daring me to follow you 
wings wild & untangled 
as rain flower

flint the fire's undertow
strike the static canvas to deep-vowel blue
softer than water-

Photography credit:  Adam Martinakis

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Happy New Year to all of you ~