Face of my love

baby pink cheeks
hint her restless energy
running, screaming, 
zipping in and out 
dark small corners
or wide green meadows


the sun follows her
light belly laughter,
throwing brownish threads 
on long dark hair


smiling even in sleep,
i hold her silky hands
marvelling at how  
nimble it runs on smooth piano keys,
folding art coarse papers into flowers,
and making cards dotted with 
shiny red hearts and stickers   


i breathe 
in her angelic innocence,
rose petals dallying 
her pink cotton shirt


more beautiful than 
any masterpiece,
the face
of my
love 




Author's Note:   This is post is for D'Verse Poets Pub - Poetics.   Hosted by Victoria Ceretto-Slotto, we are to create textural poetry.   I have chosen to explore texture as the subject of my poem in describing my young daughter.   


Shared with Poets United:   Poets Pantry # 63. 

“A” Fruit(y) Introduction

I come

from the
land of velvet apples 

crunching words
sweeter than 
Apple cinnamon
With a bit
Of lust-laced
Arabian coffee

Some days,
I feel like a
prickly pear


Sweet tooth,
creamy avocado
delights me
more than
Dark chocolates

I dream of being
Star fruit

But I am happy
Being an apple
Of someone’s eye




Author's Note:   For Poets United:  The Thursday Think Tank #62 - The 3rd Letter of Your First Name. I am writing about the letter "A" which is the third letter of my real name, and my alias, Heaven.


Reposted for:   The Gooseberry Garden:   My Life in a Free Verse 

Dry mango

I gaze at native basket

laden with

plump apples, lush grapes.

Cold hands wiggle under

finding a yellow mango.

Pale, firm skin

I peal away warm flesh

As sweet, tangy arms

embrace me.  

Remembering my motherland 

I grieve her fate. 

    

Belly sliced, 

diced   

in tropical heat,

its sticky juice suckled dry

by greedy flies.

Author's Note:  This post is for D'Verse Poets Pub:  Meeting the Bar:   Critique and Craft hosted by Luke Prater.   Julie shared some interesting insights in tackling big topics or issues. Since I don't have a personal experience on death or loss, I wrote about an issue, economic greed.  I don't normally post about these topics, but thought it is a good exercise to apply the concept shared by Julie. 


Also posted for Flash Fiction Friday - G-Man, I am joining you.

Picture credit:   http://www.simplybasketsvernonbc.com/baskets.htm

Not my name

I went to the bar for a game

to see dis-grace in my name 

Gulped a margarita, and danced

feeling bolder as no one knew my name

On stage, belted a rock song 

crowd cheered, like they knew my name 

Taunting the devil, I kissed a man

Sparks flew before he asked my name

Lustful eyes, I pulled down his pants 

Riding him, he wanted to know my name 

No labels, no expectations, no name, I said 

Still he asked, "Can Angel be your name?" 

How I wish we are in Eden sin, so I said yes 

Then, I laughed as Heaven is not my real name.

Author's note:   This post is for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Link your poem (any form) starting Tuesday (every Tuesday) at 3pm EST.   

In writing this post, I took some features of the Ghazal form I learned last week (at least 5 couplets, ending refrain on each couplet, "I" perspective and signature couplet on the last verse).   However, per John Alwyine-Mosley's guidelines, since this is a narrative, it falls outside the ghazal form.  


For fun, I inserted my real names in this post. :-)  Thanks for the visit ~     

picture credit:   cristania.tumblr.com

Whisper my name

i hold you closer

no hushed sounds, not a whisper  

but love's voice clearly      

dawn comes quickly as 

velvet lips whisper my name 
breaking night's silence  

Author's Note:   This post is for Haiku Heights and the theme is Whisper.   Haiku and Senryu are both Japanese poetry forms that have three lines. The three lines (5,7,5 syllables), if reflecting nature, form a haiku; and if reflecting emotions and life in general, forms a Senryu.


Also shared with One Single Impression, the prompt is Silence.   And Poets United # 62.