Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year

Dear bloggers, I wish you all a Happy New Year. May all the things you hope and pray for come true. I chose a unique and succinct poetic style called the Tyburn for my latest entry.
New Year’s filled with living and hoping
Happily free, dreaming and breathing

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

O.S.I.: Wanderlust

Hi bloggers. I hope your holidays were nice and special. This week's O.S.I prompt is wanderlust. I chose a unique poetic form called the palindrome (a poem which reads the same forwards and backwards).

Travelling eyes,
Desiring new adventures,
Encounters strange and brave,
Mountains and hills towering heavens,
Seducing shores of sand and time,
Elixers sweetened on daydreamers lips,
Fantasy fulfilling wild imaginations,
Imaginations wild fulfilling fantasy,
Lips, dreamers day on sweetened elixers,
Time and sand of shores seducing,
Heavens towering hills and mountains,
Brave and strange encounters,
Adventures new desiring,
Eyes travelling

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas (Acrostic)

I chose the word Christmas for this week's Acrostic. Here are some photos from my visit to Macy's in Herald's Square.

May you all have a wonderful Christmas and Holiday!!!

Christen the rooftops white
Hail to the holy child
Red adorns doors and garnish
Inches deep in winter snow
Satisfying pies and treats
Tender embrace under mistletoe
Merry making and joyful song
Adventures through piles of wrapping
Seasons of love and giving

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Let It Snow!!!

Yesterday the East Coast was hit with a blizzard from D.C. to New England. Quite a wintry surprise a few days before Christmas.

Buckets of snow
Blankets the
Frozen earth

Dreams of wintry
Wonderlands are
Enchantingly divine

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Snow Beau

Lovely snow cone
Icy beau
To chill the embers
Of my warm blood

Coal eyes
So mysterious
Jolly, yet cryptic
Staring at all the women

Rustic hat
Adorns your crown
Round, robust build
Immovable in the wind

A natural with children
Stoic figure
On glistening hilltops
Bearer of winter

Smoke billowing
From your corn cob pipe
You can chill my evenings
Any night

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Lighthouse (O.S.I.)

This week's O.S.I. prompt is Lighthouse. I envisioned sailors lost at sea and the glory of a lighthouse in the distance.

Portentous waves
Ravenous souls thirst
Portentous waves
Sea creatures hum and stir
Driven by a watery hearse
Madness heightened by the cursed
Portentous waves

Sea babes seduce sailors
Temptress fins beguile
Sea babes seduce sailors
Cast overboard in glee
Hearts are in denial
Fear ceases for awhile
Sea babes seduce sailors

Flickering light of midnight
Burns like a heavenly flag
Flickering light of midnight
Heavenly siren of the sea
Boat racing like a stag
Lost spirits cannot lag
Flickering light of midnight

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Holly (Acrostic)

Hope filled embers crackled in a fire place. The wintry wind shivered against the windowpane. Lonely and desolate were the snow glazed streets.

Oppressive gloom now settled in the loveless room. She rocked resolutely in her chair. Determined not to open her eyelids, she refused to gaze upon the waning daylight.

Lingering was the laughter of Christmas' ago. How she pondered the kisses of her little ones rejoicing under the tree. She favored the lap of her husband and his stirring kisses.

Love was the nectar of time. The narrative of her life. Now weary age dried up the last of her memories. Little ones now preoccupied with families of their own. Distant love was now sent with cards and greetings.

Yearning evermore for holly and trim, the petals of poinsettias lined her steps of yesteryear. Young children gathering once more in merriment. Sipping on hot chocolate and ringing aloud in song, night was filled with love making under the mistletoe.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

24 Decembers

24 Decembers
Arctic chill nipping at the bones,
Wintry white thickens the firmament,
Pale blue skies awaken the heavens,
Frost kisses the fingers and toes,
Eyelids caressed by snowflakes,
Wetting the ground like dew below,
Wind whistling a winter tune,
Tree limbs dance in a winter solstice,
Bon voyage to fall ties,
Pumpkin pie replaced by icicle pops,
Children's elation of school cancellations,
March like toy soldiers in wool coats,
Church bells sing Christmas carols,
And saturates the white night,
Orchestrating a glorious December morn.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

I can't stay away

Dear bloggers,

Yesterday, I felt so sure I wanted to say good bye. Perhaps I spoke so hastily but I truly don't want the site to end. Perhaps I won't post as often but I still want to read what you all have to say and visit your blogs so I will still be a presence in the blog world. I can't stay away from blogging and I can't stay away from all of you.

I look forward to reading your insightful words as always...I suppose that's what I get for hastily calling it quits. At last I can't. Until next time : )

Friday, November 27, 2009

Good bye

Dear bloggers, it is difficult to write this but Write in Motion has taken its course. It must come to an end. The approaching New Year has made me realize that one must come to face its own realities. I began this blog because I so desperately needed a creative outlet. And I've always been a dreamer of big things. In my mind, I envisioned Write in Motion as being more than it materialized to be. I think being a dreamer is a flaw because it sets you up for disappointment. The pen has gone dry and the dreaming must come to an end. But I am quite thankful to the amazing blogging community out there who are doing so much and making a true mark. I am truly amazed by all of you. Thank you to everyone who has been kind enough to read or visit my site. Your words were the only thing that kept me going until now. I must construct a life anew and rethink what is to come in 2010. Best wishes to all of you.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving (Acrostic)

I'd like to wish all you bloggers out there a Happy Thanksgiving!! Here is an Acrostic for the occasion:

Thoughts of joy
Heavenly helpings of
Amazing friends and family
Kind thoughts and
Invitations of
Voluminous laughs
Inspire and fill
Navels and
Generous waists

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Creative (O.S.I.)

This week's O.S.I. prompt uses the word creative. Here is my take on the prompt.

Creative canopy
Bed of
Creative contours
Expunged on page
On canvas
Sculpted as beings
Or buildings
Frothing amidst
The rays of
For an audience
Of one
Or a million
Creative chameleon
Reveal themselves
In the eyes
Of the artist's
Invisible canopy
To the world

Monday, November 23, 2009

Lost Talent (The AMA's)

Last night, I watched the AMA's and was thoroughly disappointed. With the few exceptions of Janet Jackson opening the show, Jay-Z and Alicia Key's New York song, and the much anticipated return of Whitney Houston, this show was a disastrous disappointment and a waste of 3 hours. After watching the show, the impression it gave me was American music lacks talent. Most performances were erotic displays, without any substance, and drowned out by club beats. As an artist, your music should be as creatively expressive and original as possible. You can't say that about half of the artists today. Perhaps the decaying music industry extends beyond artists to songwriters and producers. Yet, it is difficult to imagine music being reduced to these standards when just a couple of decades ago, we had the likes of Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Prince. These artists literally put their hearts and souls into each performance and could belt out a tune. Perhaps I'm a musical snob, but today's artists have a lot to learn.

Generations of the
Musically inclined
Have receded and eroded
Their rhythmic minds
Notes hollow and empty
Inspiration and perspiration
Neglected and negated
Reservoirs of talent
Bereft in this generation
Of gyrations and palpitations
Bare skin and sex
Sells records
On purring radios
But lacks substantive
Meaning preceding
Generations of old

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Simply Snickers: Nonet

This week's Simply Snicker's Challenge uses the words vain (or vane), veil (or vail), and very.

I chose a very unique and creative poetic style called Nonet. This poetic form consists of 9 Lines (9 syllables) which gradually taper off to one syllable. If you are interested, please give it a go!! Hope you enjoy. The accompany portrait is A Young Woman and Her Little Boy by Agnolo Bronzino.

Portrait of a lady's decadence

Veil secrets masked in opulence

Young lad tucked in vain display

Peeking from her red dress

Trim and frills brighten

A very lost




Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Betrayal (Acrostic)

I chose the word betrayal to create a unique and abstract short story. I was very creative and organic in writing this piece, and realized it didn't quite fit the rules. I hope you enjoyed my twist to the challenge. Other Acrostic poets can be found here.

Steam and sweat corralled the air into quiet submission. Drops of her kisses settled heavily on his brow. She felt so familiar in his fingertips, trembling in a passionate embrace for his love. Her rose lips lingered in desire to be kissed. Yet, an anxiousness rose from his chest, seizing his body and mind. Gripped with a paralyzing fear, he was awaiting his wife's hawkish eyes of condemnation.

Her scent lingered in the air and unfurled between the sheets. Her inquisitive breath mocked the other woman. She rumbled like a nightmare and extinguished his lust. The flame went out in her eyes. The rose shrivelled from his grasp as if sensing the woman that held him. Intertwining limbs relinquished their last pose, surrendering to a somber misery.

He groped about the folds of her garments as they quickly vanished. The wine in her veins grew dry like the desert. Youth took flight from the face of her countenance and roots of shame grew in her hair. The bed ejected the foreign woman, and she fled from his presence in horror.

He thrust an object into the mirror. Fragments of him shattered like loose change upon the floor. Church bells clamored in his hollow heart, giving birth to a progeny of lies. Their vows lay tattered beneath his feet like a moth with broken wings. Mirth emitted its last breath; night unravelled on a bitter cord.

The gold band on his finger devoured his flesh, and he swore the eyes of God were upon him. Symphonies of shame and sorrow strummed in his ears like violins. Silently, he arched his back in prayer. His eyes sunk low like a setting sun.

Was redemption possible, he thought, while sulfuric sin enveloped his nostrils? Silence sentenced his soul a cruel verdict: He wore the mask of betrayal and she the face of misery.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Night Watchers

I rise before the dawning of the morning, and cry for help; I hope in Your word. My eyes are awake through the night watches, that I may meditate on Your word (Psalm 119: 147-148)

Night watchers
Bow in prayer
Heavenly communion
Universal glory
And starlit angels
Be thy guide
To the Lord of hosts

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Reflections: A Star Is Born?

My mind travels to the classic black and white film A Star is Born, a movie that follows a young girl from her small-town world into a smashing success. Granted, I do not desire fame or fortune but I envision myself as that wide eyed, precocious girl, swooning on fantasies and drunk with hope. Sometimes, I am peeking from my window (or computer screen) for the next big thing, eagerly awaiting destiny like the horizon embracing the sun. But it doesn't come. My destiny lags behind on the clock of my world. Dreary weather paints my canvas with rain tapping against my mind. A star is born everyday, I remind myself. But the star in me flickers dimly and I run like the wind endlessly chasing dreams.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Sky Watch: Fly Home

Here are some photos of birds taking a swim in the park, and one taking flight in the sky. I imagined them preparing for the journey south. You can click the photos to enlarge.

Feathers itching
Warmer winds
Rekindles wings
V-shaped flocks
Journey south

You can view more lovely photos at: Sky Watch Friday

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Barrier of tongues
Syllables unravelling
Coming undone
Foreign lips
Foreign customs
Bow or stand
Eyes averted
Or direct
Use of hands
Or arms
Fallen fragments
Tower of Babel
Cascading like
Shooting stars
Unravel my

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Simply Snickers: Wandering Mind

This week's Simply Snicker's Challenge uses the words reflect, refresh, and resound. The accompanying painting is Portrait of Felix Feneon by Paul Signac. Here is my take using the pantoum style.

Reflections of a wandering mind
Zig Zagging along just fine
Shapes stimulate the eyes
Stirring visions of the mind

Zig Zagging along just fine
Strolling with a tune in his spine
Stirring visions of the mind
Resound like sumptuous wine

Strolling with a tune in his spine
Melodious fever rose from his feet
Resounding like sumptuous wine
He dipped in sunlight’s golden treat

Melodious fever rose from his feet
Sky patterns quell the blue like sheets
He dipped in sunlight’s golden treat
And swore the whistling winds said tweet

Sky patterns quell the blue like sheets
Refreshing the spirit, mind, and heart
And swore the whistling winds said tweet
Walk lightly till his fears did part

Monday, November 9, 2009

Departed (O.S.I.)

This week's O.S.I. prompt uses the word departed.

Departing laughter
Shivering from lovers' lips
Hands eternally wrenched
From tomorrow's face
Absence grown fonder
By days lengthening
On memory's canvas
Distance grows like weeds
In neglected gardens
Midnight ink in glory
Ushers diamond skies
Lighting souls
Departing on journeys home

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Crowning Year

You visit the earth and water it, You greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water; You provide their grain, for so You have prepared it...You crown the year with Your goodness, and Your paths drip with abundance (Psalm 65: 9, 11).

Crowning year
Reign on earth
In the splendor
And glory
Of Him above

Saturday, November 7, 2009


Special shout out and congratulations to the New York Yankees who won their 27th World Championship. All of New York was proud and it was quite a party!!! Here is also a creative poem for the occasion. (Photos courtesy of NY Post)

Victory entices
Many suitors
Divide and conquer
Till vision
Becomes destiny

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Pumpkin Art

Pumpkin season is winding down but I wanted to share some cool photos from an event I attended a few weeks back. The event is called Blaze, a lit up design of carved pumpkins in a myriad of shapes. It's amazing what artists can design with pumpkins as their canvas. You can click to enlarge the photos. Enjoy!!!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: The Park

Foliage glistening
In blue waters
Strolling blissfully
In a picturesque park

You can view more lovely photos at: Sky Watch Friday

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

OSI: Elusive (Short Story)

This week's O.S.I. Prompt uses the word elusive. Here is my take on the word:
The remembrance of her in the dark haunted him. How the moon played tricks on his eyes, disguising shadows to behave like her. A darkened silhouette lay next to him in the bed, but it was not her. Cursing the darkness of her elusive spirit, he tore the sheets in every direction but could not find her. The laughing wind whistled through a crack in the window. The curtains twirled like the hem of her skirt. Did she escape through the window? He wept bitterly at the memory of her. The cry of an infant babe awoke him from the nightmare. He sought her elusive shadow. She was gone.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Spiritual Beauty

Eyelids deep with wisdom
Lashes dipped in prayer
Lips caressing agape love
Hair adorned in God's glory

Lashes dipped in prayer
Joy is the rouge of her cheeks
Hair adorned in God's glory
Words lingering like the breeze

Joy is the rouge of her cheeks
Honor and praise ripen in breath
Words lingering like the breeze
Eyes exude a heavenly depth

Honor and praise ripen in breath
Life is the nectar of her blood
Eyes exude a heavenly depth
Daily her God blesses her soul

Life is the nectar of her blood
Peace is her adorning raiment
Daily her God blesses her soul
Her feet glistens in the road of faith

Peace is her adorning raiment
Body swimming in virtue's river
Her feet glistens in the road of faith
Prayer is her midnight companion

Body swimming in virtue's river
Glory bathes her like the sun
Prayer is her midnight's companion
Visions quicken her legs to run
She is a spiritual beauty

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Bridge Over

Bridge over
Blue skies
Intermingling clouds
To travelling eyes

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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

O.S.I.: Conquer

This week's O.S.I. prompt is conquer. Here is my impression of the word.

Consumed but not devoured
Tempted but not broken
Bruised but not destroyed
Abandoned but not lost
Limp but never lifeless
Fallen but never lame
Accused but never condemned
Penniless but never poor
Weak but never faint
Between but never backward
Distant but never far
Foreign yet set apart
Unknown yet gifted
Wanderers yet destined
Forsaken yet forgivers
Despised yet esteemed
Oppressed yet conquerors

Sunday, October 18, 2009


The capacity to dwell
In a darkened cocoon
Blanketed in an unwanted womb
The world laughs excitedly
Outside these walls
Impatient caterpillar
Wills his wings to grow
But nature hums
Be patient my love
He shakes violently
Tears drop like dew
On his outer shell
His joys are few
Blue notes he sings
Till spring breaks the womb

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Hudson Hues

Here are some more photos overlooking the Hudson on my visit last month. The weather tonight is quite gloomy and rainy so I am happy to have the old photo mementos.

Hudson hues
Blanketed blues
Dreamers lose themselves
In the shimmering dew
Dipping in the eve
The waves seduce you

You can view more lovely photos at:

Monday, October 12, 2009


Last week, I received a rejection letter for a poem I submitted for a poetry contest. It was entitled City Life. Rejection is a tough thing to swallow, but I will try to take something positive from this.

Great city rafters
Perpendicular lines as guides
Melodious car horns
Distinguishable then receding
The gaze of cold city folks
Embracing dead winter's embers
The jive of salacious pubs
Drunken humor spinning rivers
Sky scrapers joust like colossal gods
Beneath ink black heavens
Sullen alleys mouth agape
Glittering moon steps float on pavement
Rustic gutters fusing with heat
Sewers belching burlesque prose
Lithe cats scurry like shadows
Yellow eyes suspended in crescent love
Street lamps roam stone pavement
In desolate silence like urchins
Time exhales eternal winds
Resurrecting trash, scrap, and litter
Inconspicuous trench coats assails the night
Trailing gun smoke spits in fright
Listless scarlet sets her sirens
Seductively calling her lover's eyelid
Intimations tremble on subway's lane
Screeching, jolting through the tunnel’s maze

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Apple Picking

These sky watch photos were taken during last week's apple picking trip. I did more picture taking and sky watching than picking apples. Luckily my friends picked up the slack. : )

Ripe and round... Red apples... Dangle deliciously...In blue kissed skies

You can view more lovely photos at:

Thursday, October 8, 2009

O.S.I: Descent

This week's O.S.I's theme is Descent. This word conjured up a daring adventure and inspired me to write this piece.

Long, winding
Calls curious hearts
Down the
Staircase winding
Shadows gliding
In hats and halos
Hearts writhing
In rib cages
As distant
Fearless souls
Brave the descent

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Her Smile (Short Story)

Her smile bordered his consciousness like a bridge suspended in thin air. Each step he took, the ground beneath him vanished. The old world hung like an ugly canvas, the paint peeled like dead petals in his fingers.

His eyes lassoed the golden image before him. Her smile was sliced in pieces like the sun and tasted like citrus against his lips. Now his limbs were tangling like roots and gravitating to the earth. The ground beneath him turned to stone, swallowing his toes, and his mind became a prisoner of the stone fortress.

Still, her smiled breathed hope into his soul and quickened every dead thing in its presence. The revelation throttled him with every step. Now his limbs danced joyously, sensing his desires were kissable and touchable. Her lips blossomed like a rose and he dipped into the glory of her love.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Acrostic Only: October

For this month's Acrostic Only challenge I chose the words Baseball, Faith, and Star Gazing.

Big leaguers
Boisterous cheers
A victorious
Lap surging
Like lightening

Immersed in
Tranquil glories on
His heavenly hem

Souls seek
Truths universal
Aglow of
Night angels
Grant blessings

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

OSI: Colors

This week's OSI Prompt is Colors. You can check out other beautiful poems by clicking on the link.

Awakening autumn breaths
Orange, yellow, and gold
On fallen leaves
And paints the bark
A deep mahogany

White clouds thicken
In a sapphire sky
Dipping in the glow
Of a tangerine sunset

Black outlines of birds
Suspended in midair
With feathers cascading
Like plum velvet

Brisk air with silver whips
Pinch pink and brown cheeks
Human shadows growing gray
In blue embers of winter

Red dusk of summertime
Rising like the phoenix
Trails the hem of sunset
Memories and feverish bursts
Ripen on an artist's canvas

Monday, September 28, 2009


This is a poem inspired by today's rainstorm.

Eternal liquid glistening
Staccato rising on ceiling
Sure and steady it falls
Drops like the tears of God
Playing notes
Of heavenly inspiration
Water of earth, man
And all creation
Unadulterated declaration
Of nature

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Simply Snickers: Through the Reed

This week's Simply Snicker's Challenge includes the words read or reed and rest and wrest.

Look out through the reed
Waltzing with the breeze
We spy with our eyes
The dotted skies
Sweet ambiance
And pure reflection
Time and life
Embrace without detection
Morning's yellow glory
Wrests with night
The dawn yawns
With the twinkle of midnight

Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Happy Autumnal Equinox to all!

Leaves bleed
Red, brown, and gold
And the air
Crisply unfolds
A lace
Of wintry cold

The sun lingers
While naked limbs
Old tree barks
And green buds
Nestle contently
Awaiting springs lips

Pumpkin pie
Wafts high
Like smoke
From chimneys
Black and orange dye
Paint driveways
Beneath ghoulish skies

Skeleton eyes
And jack o lanterns
Gape from darkness
Like luminous masters

Cider brewing
Apples bobbing
Soon young hearts dream
Of wintry islands

As fall settles
On a bed of leaves
Her summertime sister
Drifts to sleep

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Simply Snickers: Travellers

The following poem is inspired from last week's prompt over at Simply Snicker's. The accompanying painting is Samuel Prout's Travellers on a Path in an Extensive Landscape.

Canopies opening
Heavenly, celestial
Blue skies swooning
Darkened prairies
Cattle grazing
Brown rivers
Eroding earth
Travellers roll
Without time
Reclining minds
Cast their eyes
Upon eternity
Elated glories
Cascading crowns
On earthly vessels

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Too Hot To Handle (Acrostic)

I choose the words Too Hot To Handle and Soulfulness from the Acrostic word challenge this month. I noticed the challenges are getting more difficult and I am sure that I didn't follow the rules. But I'm only doing this for fun : )


Hell bent



Overflowing and

Uprise in

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Better Days

Better days
Dropping like
Sunken rays
Drizzling over
A tropical haze

Taste and sip
On the aisle
Of enchantment

Are the shores
Of worry and sorrow
Hope evermore
For better days

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Poetry A-Z: D is For


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Giant Wings

These photos were taken over the Hudson last weekend. One cloud in the sky reminded me of a giant wing and looked particularly ethereal to me.

Giant wings
Soaring in
Blue skies
Cast shadows
On the world below

You can view more lovely photos at:

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Adventures With Cecelia and Kim (Pt II)

A few months back, I posted the crazy adventure of my friend "Kim" and I on our trip to the art exhibit. Our latest adventures took us up the Hudson and in the beautiful town of Irvington. The view of the Hudson is so exquisite you forget you are in New York.

On Sunday, we visited the home of Washington Irving, credited as being the first author to make a career in writing. His most notable works include Rip Van Winkle, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and A History of New York. In addition to being a literary treasure, Irving was well travelled, owned thousands of book in his library collection, and loved to dance (my favorite part). We visited his home in Sunnyside. It is so intriguing to see how people lived in the early history of our country. For anyone interested in visiting this area of New York, you can check out

Of course a bit of folly and fun capped off the trip. Until next time Kim...
XOX Cecelia

Friday, September 4, 2009

Man on the Rocks

This week's Simply Snicker's challenge includes the words bare, bark, and beside. The accompanying painting is Caspar David Friedrich's Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog. His painting is quite vivid and lovely. Much thanks to Linda. For some reason, the painting made me think of something somber.

Man on the rocks
Ominous rocks
Bare soul
Beats against the breeze

Tormented mind
Barks back in the dark
Looming are the sharks
Beside the still rocks

Pitter patter goes his heart
Peace be still
He whispered to the fog
Waves swallowing hard
Broke his soul in shards

Time is the sea
Rising, falling
Against the breeze

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Rush Hour

These photos are a compilation of commuter shots on the train rides home. I really wish I lived somewhere more exotic. You can catch a glimpse of the sky and the trains passing by.

Rush hour
Faces sour
Footsteps scurry
Crowds hurry
Clouds lounging
In sapphire skies
Gazing on the world below

You can view more lovely photos at:

Monday, August 31, 2009

Blue (For O.S.I.)

This is my first attempt at O.S.I. Blue is my favorite color so I was drawn to this subject.

Blue is me
Cascading like rain
Blue stained
Bleeding on
Blue boots
Bouncing in
Blue puddles

Bubble baths
Splash blue
Against blue tiles
Blue dreams
Bloated bellies
Bursting with
Blueberry pies

Blue tongue
Blue tart
Blue gum
Blue lips
Sweet to kiss

Blue rippling
Reclining on seas
Blue hanging
In the firmament
Like a canopy

Blue casting a line
In blue tides
Gaping at the
Blue moon
Dipping his
Icy spoon

Blue world
Blue like my jeans
Worn at the knees
Blue like me

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Writing in the Dark

To write with a degree of conviction, passion, and heart, is sometimes the most difficult thing to do. But it is the most necessary and important part of a writer's life.

In the darkness, in the middle of the night, when sleep fails me, I think of my life. I think of my legacy. I think on what I have done and what I have not done. I wonder on that final day, when I give my account to God, what will I say? What good things could I utter about my life? Since I was young, I feared missing God. I was afraid He would not accept me. I am afraid I've missed the mark. Day after day without end. So far away and so distant. Will I ever reach the shores of eternal life? What makes others so certain they will make it? When I see them, I am in awe. Perhaps God is with them.

I bow my head and pray for mercy each night. I have no assurance. I am not sure if I am swimming closer to the light or drowning in darkness. This terrifies me as I try to sleep. There is little sleep when I lay in judgment of myself. And yet, the hope that He still loves me, wills me evermore. And I am blessed to see the sunrise again. The daylight melts away all darkness. The opportunity to start anew is the greatest gift. New life begins each morning.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


In the evenings
And mornings
If you've seen me
Bent low
To the ground
With a scowl
Darkness settling now
Whites of my eyes
For the sun to come

Are yesterday's knots
They hold much clout
But my soul
Is cast in doubt

In the evenings
And mornings
I mutter stories
And untold glories
But they are deaf
Bereft of love
Hope vanquished
On the wings of a dove

The street's my bed
I bow my head
With great assurance
I live
Money's not God

Monday, August 24, 2009

Slow Sundays

Slow Sundays
When the crown of the sun
Rouses from the hills
But never stirs
And little ones play
Beneath their beds
Spiritual souls
Bow their heads
In blessed pews
And birds sink deep
Upon their nest
To warm their eggs
Mama kneads the dough
And kisses her bread
While papa rests upon the radio
Absorbed in his team instead
Quiet and empty
The desolate road fades
Darkness settles over Sunday
The bustle of life rushes in again

Sunday, August 16, 2009

First Date and more (Acrostic)

For this week's Acrostic Only challenge, I decided to use the words First Date and Love Me Tender.

Rippling with

Tasting new

Listening and
Open to


Dance in

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


The other day my eyes wandered on the scripture: Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. It provided much needed inspiration for my daily tasks and shaped my latest poem.

Ink black is the sky
But my eyes flicker
Towards the horizon
The burgeoning flame of hope
Rising like the morning star
And faith cradling me
From the precipice below
Despairs closing eye
A feverish sigh
Steadily climbing upward
Till the heavenly stars
Twinkle in my hair
From above all sorrows melt
The velvet coat of night
Lightens and heightens its gaze
Upon heavenly glory

Now faith is the substance
Of things hoped for
Brimming and overflowing
From the spirit
Cascading like a waterfall
Deepening wells of hope
Quenches the thirst of many
Prayers crying out
Grasping on the tails of faith

Saturday, August 8, 2009


This poem is inspired by the beautiful and incomparable Dorothy Dandridge for her performance in Carmen. I remember seeing this film and falling in love with the story line. Also, I'd like to add that TCM is doing a full month featuring Hollywood stars, which is such a treat if you'd like to watch a classic movie.

Red dress
Like hot lava
Saucy twang
Singes the tongue
Flames dancing
Rising in your lungs
Sirens scrawl
The loveliest song
Pulsing pomegranate
Or the tartiest berry
Juices cajoling
Rounding like cherries
Scintillating angles
The line in her dress
Induces palpatating
Intense passions
Feeding insatiable desires
Fires new glances
And romances
Jealousy peaks from its bed
Plotting demise
Crushing the rose by its head

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


Yesterday he was down
Crushed into the earth like garbage
Helpless like a moth on pavement
Devoured like a carcass in hot sun
Sprawled out cold like a boxer
But he remembered the words
He that shall endure to the end
The same shall be saved
It echoed till the earth shook
Rising, hot air filled his lungs
God gave him life again
Heart beating like an intense drum,
The enemy squared back
Like the champion
He glared back with maddening eyes
Fists growing like great melons
His blow dusted the enemy on the ropes
With arms floating triumphantly in the air
Prayers as thick as wind carried him home

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Good News

After months of searching for a new forum to write and broaden my horizon, I am happy to announce that my literary book review was published at Attribute Magazine. I am so happy for the opportunity and hope this is the start of many wonderful things to come. You can check out the article here if interested. Thanks for everyone's continued support and kindness on this site.

Floetic, kinetic
Rhythmic ballads
Fall from our lips
Words with such
Powerful force
Our minds
Take a dip
In the infinite waters
Of syllables
And contractions
From life's unspoken verse

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Writing/ War & Peace (Acrostic)

I have not done Acrostic Only in a few weeks so I figured I'd try it for this week. I choose the words Writing and the phrase War and Peace.

Ink blotted
Gifted glories

Waging the

Nations in

Pleas for

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Venture

Into the unknown
Blue skies
And seas
Luscious trees
Beckons you
Lulling into

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sky Watch Friday: Look Up

Before Sky Watch, I barely noticed the sky and fully appreciated the beauty of nature around me. Well, I am happy to share a few photos and enjoy the other sky watchers. It has been sunnier and more humid. Finally, a little slice of summer.

Look up
To the sky
And fly
Till your cares
In the atmosphere

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