Saturday 31 May 2014

Black and white

Is where sky & road


Salt chafes my back

he rides me hardest

The weight of him in my grain
His kisses

land on my hands
like two small birds 

I can barely rise

above burdens that weigh me


I write this poem 
to put an end on this curse.

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - 55 Word Challenge
and Izy's This Poem is a Curse

Shared with Poets United

Thursday 29 May 2014

Five chords to rain

Gold Teardrop by Anne Marie Zilberman

When the pink and gold specks of dawn illuminated the small room, she was ready to let go.   To stop clinging to what can be.  To cease dragging her feet for another uncomfortable night at the hospital couch.  To will her eyes to sleep and hanker for dreams that would not come.  She was so tired from worry and exhaustion of searching for the cure to ease his pain.   The battle is now coming to a close.   After a long night, his eyes had become tranquil, as if he had found his haven.   

Closing her eyes, a teardrop falls.   The chorus of spring is melancholy.   Two, three, now a cluster of rain.  Four, five, she is drowning in the perfume of sorrow. 

low river tide 
a lone seagull glides above -
white bleeds from my eyes   

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun  - Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday 20 May 2014

May sky, spring songs

Come rain, early & hasty
I am lean & bare as taproot 

Come sun, wild as dandelions
Fingers seeding soft soil

Come lost with winter memories
But musky earth, thick of pine cones

& dewdrops until
Dawn crowns my hair with greening buds

You cup my face
As you would a flower, blooming

sturdy, bucking the cold spell
Weighing down full symphony of spring  

I hear
anyway, echoing of samba nights 

Lean closer as if I am holding

knot of your beating heart

The symmetry of our seasons
              Riding, cresting, falling
We are a single petal

Resting under boughs
pink against wood, lush of lavender sky  

Where you are, I am
Ink, color, swelling honeycombs

Fragrance of new day
seeps, awakening

Because 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

This is my third time to use this quote every spring time, smiles ~  I never tire of it nor of Neruda poems.  
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub ~  Hosted by Mary ~

Thanks for the visit ~

Thursday 15 May 2014

Spring madness

dark skies, lithium clouds, 
wild green flames

-  spring


morning's mad rush towards 
white tulips

- bees

we are rain-drenched to skin
moist as buds  

-  sparks


purple night thrums above
pearl-strung moon

-  kiss

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub ~ Tilus Form (6 - 3 - 1 syllable) created by Kelvin M ~ Thanks for the visit ~

Saturday 10 May 2014

Sorrowful Songs

Remove the cloak from your eyes

What you see as shadows are bubbles   

What you deem as cracks are stitches 

To you, born into war

A lover's face is a poised gun, ecstatic for more

Blood, but I'm not made of red dust & chipped wood

For you, I would be

seeds, dried & salted for next season's harvest

leaves, bottled in oil & strained for autumn's feast

fruits, sugar-stirred & melted warm, sweet wine

If only you can rein in the beast inside 

You, the one turning your honey tongue to stone

And strikes a fist from dead bone heart

Even in your murderous gaze,

I will not drift away, helpless as small bird  

Here is my offering - a healing, a moving of wings-

a flare reflecting my mother's face.  


She is a survivor too.

Sorrowful Songs:  Duet

Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - I am hosting featured artist, Susie McMahon's  arts & dolls ~ Please check out the link for more poems ~

Shared with Poets United

Happy weekend & Happy Mother's Day ~

Thursday 1 May 2014

Sonnet: When love conquers distance

I say goodbye now with bittersweet tears
The ten days have gone so swiftly like sands
Blown away by your golden smile.   You spear
My chest with longing.  Come and hold my hands

One last time.  Before I board the airplane 

I draw a kiss, long & deep.  How my pulse
Quickens & flames with your soft touch.  Insane
I am to believe 'tis love, not mad impulse

Shadows inside me, wounds long ago, flee 

Doubts crippling my words, fade & disappear
With you, mornings become glorious to see 
Dappled blue-pink, I dream of you so near

So close I hear you whisper a sacred  

Vow, Soon !  Our lives, twining, undivided !   

Inspired by Blogging Love Story by Keith & Beate - I take poetic license, smiles ~  Congrats to the engaged couple ~

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Shakespeare Sonnet - 14 lines with abab cdcd efef gg rhyme scheme.