Monday, August 30, 2010

Three Lanturnes

Hi bloggers,

I constructed a poem in the Japanese style lanturne.

The light
Blows yonder
Spinning yellow

The wind
Night sweeping my

Blow them out
Smiling moon is

Sunday, August 29, 2010

O.S.I.: Empty

Hello all,

This week's O.S.I. theme is empty.

Alas, the hour is spent
Dipped in red roses and wine
Evening rustles her purple veil
Rising in the starlit sky
When love surrenders
Tumbling in fragrant sheets
Intertwined in a thirsty embrace
Till the cup is empty

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Contemplating Skies

Hi bloggers,

One summer weekend, I contemplated the skies with the geese.

Wishing you all a wonderful Sky Watch Friday!!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Thursday Tales: The Bridge

Hi all,

This is posted for Thursday Tales. The accompanying photo is by mjagiellicz.

She was lulled by the palette of sky revealing itself on her skin. She watched a shade of yellow mix with pink and blues. Her body drifted softly in the breeze. She felt infinite gratitude for silence in the universe. The river was desolate of passersby, and she gazed ahead at a dilapidated bridge. It lay like a broken wreckage of time. Her father told her the bridge had been abandoned fifteen years ago. It was older than her. Perhaps older than the sun, moon, and sky.

Her young mind wandered beyond the bridge. What treasure lay beneath the wreckage? She envisioned pearls, rubies, and diamonds shimmering beneath the sea.

She tottered slowly across its wooden frame and dropped low towards the river’s face. Her own reflection beamed back at her, which made her laugh. The sun shimmered like a fish and splashed beneath the sea. She stood with outstretched hands bridging earth and sky.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Pensive (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is posted for O.S.I.

Thoughts are like blue drops
Sweet and resolute before the great rain
Precipitous fall of silver
A flash of light laughs upon the face
Pensive gaze beams like a rainbow
Upon the mind’s landscape

Saturday, August 21, 2010


Inspired by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?


I lay awake deferred
My dream beside me sleepless
Naked, beckoning me to confirm
Burgeoning hope or foul nightmare
My mind is ancient as the moon
Milky pool against my sheets
Creamy river, sugary sweet
Borders my conscience, quivers, and weeps
Words seize me in the waning moon
Beseeching my fragile heart to swoon
Thoughts winding round my neck as pearls
Syllables etched against my back
Sleep lays upon me as the sun
My dream a puddle beneath me
Melted, defeated, deferred

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I Know Not Why

I know not why
Her eyelids lie
Perpendicular to her cheeks
Which casts a line
To a choir of tears
She hums but does not speak

I know not why
The moon is mine
Engaging eyes
His gaze is fine
I’d kiss his crown
Till sun goes down
Dawn’s song is slow and meek

I know not why
The world is full
Of candy sweetened rain
My tongue leaps out
Down the water spout
A blissful springtime fling

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Haiku (Struggle)

Hi bloggers,

I've written two Haiku's for Haiku Heights. The theme this week is struggle.

Knee deep in my fears
With the sun setting below
My heart trembles dear…..

Arise in my night
Swept in time’s forgiving love
Spirit full and free

Friday, August 13, 2010

Sky Watch Friday

Happy Sky Watch all!!

Trees bending in their brilliance
Whispering secrets between them
Ancient stories of love and life

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Connoisseur (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This is posted for O.S.I. The theme for this week is connoisseur.

He is humorous and sublime
High off air and life
Tasted the rain of the Everglades
And licked his sweat in South America

Made love to sunset’s stunning face
Drunk off rivers of the sea
He napped in blue sky canopies

Heart wide as the African sun
Darkens with the universe above
Beguiled by Alps and snow queens
Imprisoned by mountains and sea beasts

He returns with his poor, sweet face
The children happily embrace
Our connoisseur of the world

Monday, August 9, 2010

Midnight Prayer

It is the darkness, God, and I
Beholding the silver doe moon
Night's face timeless as the stars
Praying lips fluttering in the dark
The silence of earth and time
Beautifully swimming in the mind
I am full of hope and love
My prayer a lullaby of peace

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Sands of Time

Hi everyone,

Here's another edition of Thursday Tales. The accompanying photo is by Proud of Being Strange.

My heels traversed the sands of time. The days were never ending, slowly receding like the blue waves of the sea. The sun is full like my youth with its brilliant face. My bare feet sinks beneath the heat. I chase the shadow of me. A youthful, buoyant girl who flaps her hands as wings. The waves splash over our legs and kiss our knees. The young girl drifts beyond my reach, and she shimmers like a fish to the bottomless sea.

My ears were romanced by the flames of love, and I heard the laughter of a distant crush. I swung before him like a figurine. The wind swept up my hair, and he caressed me. I called out to the bronze lovers in the sun, but they ignored me dazzled by a fiery love. My eyes mourned the woman that was me and paused in silence by the still, blue sea.

I drifted off before the setting sun. The plumage of purple, gold, and pink swept in love. I counted the footprints of former me. How I long to remain here for all eternity

Thursday, August 5, 2010


Hi bloggers,

Today, I'm participating at Leo's Haiku Heights site. The theme is metamorphosis, which weaves in beautifully with my last poem.

Shedding off her tears
The heart exhales in sunlight
Hidden girl now free

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Cocoon (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is posted for O.S.I.

Spinning silk
Tightly round a tree
Stunning, white tapestry
Mummified darkness
Cocoon softening in day
Mild, yellow wings
Sweeping across the sun
He soared on faith

Wings are

Monday, August 2, 2010


We build barriers
With our words
Cast them high
Upon our tongues
And the silence
Between us
Coils like a river
How long
Can we hide
Behind these walls?

Should the walls
Crumble beneath us
Dare we converse?