Stormy nights

missed turn

third chances

unexpected rain

spilled milk 

burnt toast 

rejection letter 

unanswered prayer

miscalculated step 


unpared dream

rough edges

turbulent waves

stormy nights  

unfinished us 

i am thankful too

Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night - every Tuesday at 3pm EST.
Hosted by Brian Miller.   Please join the party ~ 

Just a short poem from me.   Thanks for the visit ~picture credit:   here

November days

the 11th hour is near

silver cloudy sky, bare forlorn trees 

fallen topaz leaves on auburn ground 

she lingers 

haunted by memories draping her white wrap  

unaccepting of winter's breath on horizon 

she listens

music strains of spring's dances 

violin strings plucking her autumn's soul

still, she hopes 

clutching painting of chrysanthemums,   

basket of wine and bread, eternal love, he said

the whistling train is calling 

almost the end of long journey, near the last pages 

riveted to pulsing words, capturing imagination

he pauses.... beguiled by her serene smile,  
an unturned page, November days framed,  


forget her, he could not      

Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic - November, change, winter, hope.   
For this prompt, I have used symbols and meaning for the month of November.
Though cooler now, we are experiencing a relatively "warm" November.   No sign of snow yet.  
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   OpenLinkNight


picture credit:   http://cristania.tumblr.com/post/12245366056
Source:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November

Muse

growing 

itch in my hand

tingling spark 
                   along 
                          spine

ignoring  

unbearable clicking,
slowly
          strangling 
                        throat 

until i feel like  
hollowed well,

dirt on 
          spitted 
                     ground   

one cold night,
i run until 
forest trees   

                strip 
                       bearings


sharp tongues of crows
bite pale lips  


pointed claws of tiger 
scrape smooth skin 


bare and free, 
fire in my belly,
spilling
          guts  
                 blank page   

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Wild hosted by Mark Kerstetter.  I enjoy writing under "another face", and letting my muse have a "run".  Writing balances my life as my job is analytical and very technical.  If I don't write, I think I will go crazy like the animals in the zoo.      

picture credit:   here

Thank you

no hummingbirds nor

red roses garden outside

my glass window

no blue oceans nor

colourful Christmas parade

my street  

no turkey laden feast nor

polished silverware set

my table

   but my heart is full    

blessings from

friends and family

days, bold & exciting

nights, young & passionate

with grateful heart

thank you for inspiring me

Posted for:  D'Verse Poets Pub - Giving Thanks hosted by Brian Miller.   
Flash Fiction Friday - For the G-man.   Shared with Imaginary Toads with Real Garden.

Our Canadian Thanksgiving was last month.   But I wish my US friends and readers a Happy Thanksgiving.  


Also Thank You to everyone leaving encouraging comments, and giving me "awards".   I have created a page, Compliments From Friends, to show my appreciation.  

Mad adventure

coral-crushed grains of sand

soft as your open palms, waiting 

hesitantly i dip my toes into cool water

curious, then diving in full measure

azure waves ripple, dance against 

quiet afternoon legs, broken by

whispering sea shells, scuttling crabs,

lingering seaweeds, cries of seagulls

invigorated  by the sea swim,

i climb on your broad shoulders

pondering the briny depths for maps, 

compass points, shallow footprints  

till we see the swish tail of dolphins

racing furiously to kiss setting sun  

mad adventure,  gut-spilling leaps 

electrifying sprays unto our faces     

waving and laughing, we hold hands 

excited to begin our journey 

Posted for  Imaginary Garden with real toads - OpenLinkNight - every Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday starting 3pm EST


Sharing a memory of this scene ~   I am thankful for all the "mad adventures".      
Happy Thanksgiving to my US readers and friends.


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Warm breath

sweaty palms, though autumn
as i concentrate on cues


signalling intention, i feel 
your warm breath on my skin


your sun-streaked cheeks, sky blue 
smile dazzles, but i was too intent


keeping my eyes fixed  
on your wide open arms


missing a mid waist turn or
skipping yellow broken lines   


would not do; no you want 
to keep me on my toes, curled 


and pining for you, beguiled
by rolling hills and unfastened bows


harder, i press to feel your 
hands stroking my thighs, 


your fullness and promise on my tongue 
kindred soul, how can i resist you ? 


tower lights by a thousands
chase you 
in smoggy 10 lane freeway 


but i see 


your fire-lit eyes steady on me     


as i drive home  

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Changes hosted by Sheila Moore.   I have actually shared a recent big change in my life here but I thought of posting another write about driving to and from my office.   I see the sun rising on my way to work, and sun setting on my way home. I welcome change and challenges in my life  ~

Gentle night

i inhale your tender sighs

warming my soft breasts

i savor the slow beat

flickering candle lights

i listen to silky cadence

enveloped in your ardent arms

our hands grasp firmly

sea of our passion

cherishing breadth and

fullness of precious time

gentle is the night

when we celebrate us

Shared with The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic 14:  What I am thankful for in my life.   I am thankful for the quiet moments with my family.  

picture credit:   http://unthinkablethoughts.tumblr.com/post/7592349704

Soaring

i pierce 

an arrow 

sky of red apples  

i paint  

shades of black

and white

along

tempest rivers,

ice- capped mountains

i admire      

hands that hold quill

words more potent than

lover’s kiss

i dream

tap dancing

with lusty full moon 

nights velvety smooth

delicate ivory, I soar

until breathless

I fall on  

your arms 

Author's Note:   Posted for: Poets United - Thursday Think Tank:   You and Yourself.

And Flash Fiction Friday - Post a story in 55 words. For G-Man.    

Something new about me is that I have traded my easy-near-at-home work, for a more challenging job in the heart of the city.  I am driving the freeway morning and afternoon, by myself (I used to be a weekend driver), and tackling a totally new job.   I am not young anymore (in terms of years) but the fire is still with me.   The only downside to this development is my time for writing.  I have not been able to write as much as I can, and visit your blog as often as I used to.  


Thanks for your visit.  I appreciate all your comments.

Picture credit:   here

What if

life is

not just 

two       sides

yes            no

black     white

  but         also 

maybe, 

what if,

if this is,  

just because,

just a little, 

not quite,

not really,

almost there,

not so there,

negotiable  

wiggle room

grainy ash

most

of

the

time

Author's Note:   This is my insight after undergoing almost 3 weeks of training for my new job.  Ironically I have to learn the rules, to know how to bend them, depending on circumstances.   

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Night - Monday.
D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Doors open every Tuesday at 3pm EST.    

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Something fishy

Headstrong arms lift him 

amidst the sea foam, I see

a hunk of a man for me

alas, i don't want him to smell something fishy   

hiding intentions beneath silky mermaid tresses,        

i plead with greedy witch 

to gift me with two long gorgeous tentacles

humans call them legs, I believe  

in exchange for my dulcet voice 

i agreed

does it really  make a difference ?

after all, swaying hips


will persuade 

better than words. 


i will let my legs do all the 


smooth talking for me.

My sea nymph sisters were right:

to bait your man, 


shut up,

and use a good pair of

fishnet stockings 

Author's Note:   Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  Prompt is Un-Fairy Tale:   Ariel, the Mermaid.
And D'verse-Poets Pubs - Poetics:   What did you call me.  The prompt is on the use of idioms.  Hosted by Brian Miller. 


Just a fun post from me.  Happy weekend !


picture credit:  cristania@tumblr.com

Her arrival

anxiously

they await 

craning necks

for slightest clue

of her arrival

her icy breath

raising goose bumps

her cold stare

freezing warm intentions

feared yet admired

she is dazzling with her

fierce ardor

she would rather be

cool character than

a forgettable slip of a girl

here she comes now

ivory veil, long white gown

Posted for Poets United:   Prompt is Winter, and Flash fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, joining you today.


picture credit:   http://visioluxus.tumblr.com/post/716170748/cloud

The ride

i wait for the lightning
to strike me as i walk
lobby for our rendezvous


but nothing; you are there
appointed time, waiting for me
my legs didn't protest too as


we ride rented convertible
dark tinted windows, smooth
sailing, no one stopping us


no questions asked, we
both know where we are
going, loot stashed in boot


as you close the door, and start
kissing me, i thought the suite will go up
in flames, like in Hell (a fable I was told)


but nothing; so we continue stroking,
grabbing as much skin, hair as we
can for now, until next three hours


skewtering sweet words until
we are riding along waves  
built on a stack of playing cards


real or imagined cues, we brew
until smoke fills feathery suite, stinging
my eyes could not tell anymore


if tic on your left cheek is for real
or just a figment of my imagination.


are you giving me another ride?

Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic:   Feathers, Fidelity, Figment, Fables 
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Every Tuesday at 3 pm
and The imaginary garden with real toads - OpenLinkNight - Monday 


This is my roundabout way of talking about choices and honesty using the prompts from The Gooseberry Garden.    


picture credit:  gildam.tumblr.com

More than a face

so you  think you know me well
just because you know my name
or maybe you see the color of
hair and skin, shape of my eyes


so you think you know me true
just because you know where i live,
work and eat or maybe you see my
shoes, clothes and music i listen to


but i am more than just a face, 
my lips are bolder than blood red, 
often times my thoughts are dark,  
bluer than my violet eyes; my dreams 
brighter than biggest yellow star; 


for i am more than just one colour,
one label, one adjective to fit 
your bag of expectations; i am
full of contradictions, i admit  




woman, you say




yep, that's me 




Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Poetics - Play with color hosted by Victoria.
I chose a beautiful work of an artist, Nielly Francoise. (see link).


Shared with Poets United :   Poetry Pantry


picture credit:   http://www.behance.net/NIELL (here) 

Clinging to you

kiss me anew, here

before the last maple leaf

falls, and first snowflake

wets my pale lips, stilling time 

twisted in salty drenched arms 

hurl me anew, here

before the last rose petal

dips, and first winter 

drop caresses my bare hips

unfolding, clinging to you  

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Form for All - Man’yoshu Poetry – Hosted today by Jane Kohut-Bartels (Lady Nyo). The challenge is to write the Somon category of  Man’yoshu Japanese Poetry. In this category, the tanka style poems refer to love and longing. 
and Poetry United: Thursday Think Tank - Waning days of Fall


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