Friday, July 30, 2010

Sky Watch Friday: Delicious Sky

Happy Sky Watch All!!

The sun fries
Like an egg in morning
Our eyes devour
A delicious sight

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Skin (Thursday Tales)

Hi bloggers,

Here is a short piece for Thursday Tales. The artwork above is by Xianlove.

She loved his brown skin. He was rich and tall like mahogany trees gazing out of her window. His eyes were deep like the midnight sun. She could watch the stars twinkle there. She loved the way his soft, thick hair danced in the wind. He slipped his brown fingers between hers and spread them out like butterfly wings. When they embraced, the world saw black and white. She didn’t mind a million eyes prying at them, inspecting their skin. And they wondered aloud, “Why was she with him?” He was beautiful, brown, and deep, she answered. And the prejudice of race and time dissolved beneath them. They gave themselves to love.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Angel (O.S.I.)

The world drifted away
Crumpled in pools of blue
Kissing her soft, brown face
Sadness lingered in her heart
Her mind sinking beneath a rock
Her eyes lifted up towards grace
She beheld the sun’s angelic face
In gold and red, her eyes embraced
The presence of sunshine against her hair
Sweeping away her desolate world
She regained her strength to run
On borrowed wings from the sun

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Summer's Face

Summer’s face
Is seductively strong
Like a flame etched
In blue skies
Expanding and pregnant
Upon our faces
Our bodies are wax
Beneath her burning face
We are pools of water
Seeking our own shadows
Summer is red and jubilant
Her weight and breath
Is inescapable
Hot with summertime romance

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Preponderance (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme for this week is preponderance. My poem is a creative twist on the word:

His ascension
In the doorway
Of my heart
Burns like the sun
Upon blue sheets
The heart skips a beat
Rapturous gaze on me
His gravitational laugh
Echoes out into the vast
Walls of present, future, and past

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Thursday Tales: A Winter Story

Hi bloggers,

This is a weekend edition of Thursday Tales. The story is a bit long but I hope you enjoy it. The winter subject is a nice way to cool off from the heat. The accompanying photo is by AtXU.
A fresh dollop of winter snow fell softly on our lawn, shimmering on the street below.

“The snow reminds me of sugar,” Rosie spoke affectionately, raising her face above a mug of hot chocolate.

“No, white frosting,” Peter shouted above her head. He shoved himself between Rosie and I, his dark eyes gazed longingly out the window.

“What about you, mommy,” Rosie asked. A chocolate mustache now appeared on her pink lips. I laughed and wiped the chocolate from her face.

“I think the snow is a wonderland,” I chirped excitedly. I gathered the children into my arms, like young chicks, and squeezed them into a bear hug.

“Winter wonderland. Like the song.” Rosie was tickled by my answer and hummed the tune in her head.

“Winter snow reminds me of a story,” I said in a serious tone. Their earnest faces gazed up at me in wonder.

“Tell us mom,” Peter shouted excitedly.

“Yes, please tell us mommy,” Rosie squealed. I nestled my chicks closer to me and soaked up their warmth.

“There once was a young man who loved a girl very much. He had fallen in love with her during the first winter snow. He watched the flakes fall on her dark hair. Her eyes were also dark, and her cheeks were blue from the cold. She wore a canary yellow coat, which danced and flickered in a sea of white. He asked for her name, and she replied with a laugh Sapphine. He buried her name deep in his heart.

“He made snow angels with young Sapphine, and she threw snowballs at his head. They played until the sun lowered its head beneath translucent snow. She kissed him goodbye, and it was icy and sweet like ice. He tarried longer in the snow and slid like a seal on his belly. He returned into town, but his bike was missing from where it once laid. The darkness fell upon him like stone, and the heavens ushered in a blizzard. The wind cut against his skin and beat him to the ground. The snow swallowed the legs beneath him, and his limbs turned to frost.

“He thought he would turn to ice and breath no more, but he beheld angelic light in the distance. An angel in yellow lit his path and melted the snow beneath him. She led him in the darkness, and he took refuge in a stranger’s home. In the morning, he rode his bike on the slippery ice, Sapphine wrapped around him, and they drifted home by winter’s light.”

I ended the story and gazed upon my children. Their eyes were wide as saucers, and their mouths formed into little O’s.

“Was the girl in yellow the angel,” Peter asked.

“It could have been,” I answered. “One can imagine it that way. That’s the beauty of the story.”

Peter is restless and swings himself off the couch. “I’m heading out,” he shouts huffily.

“Put on your boots,” I reminded him, resting a kiss on his forehead.

“Me too! Me too,” Rosie shouts, dressing beside her brother. They push past me in a ball of coats, hats, scarves, and mittens. I slide into my canary yellow coat and breath in the cold, wintry air. They sprinted on like shadows. I stood in the distance lighting their way home.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Sky Watch: Summer Clouds

Hi Sky watchers,

I have been away from Sky Watch but recently captured some lovely photos of the sky in this sweltering heat!!

Clouds thick like old friends
Gathering in deep, blue skies
Dance in sultry heat

Happy Sky Watch to all!!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Love Thyself

She knows herself
Beneath the skin
She holds herself
With a quiet longing
She is obsessed
With her inner being
Her ferocious leanings
A lioness in wait
For the fleeting heart

She learned
She yearned
To know thyself
To show herself
Love was the genesis
Birthed in her womb
She cries
She lies
Naked in the bloom of sun
Her sobs coming undone

Time is a beautiful friend
She yearns
She learns
To love herself

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Trifle (Acrostic)

Toying with her words
Rose lips lingering on
In the evening scent
Future husband rising up
Lapping up the moon
Empty speech is trifle

Written for: Acrostic Only

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Roads (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

I wrote this poem a while back but it seems fitting for this week's O.S.I. theme roads.

My eyes discern a fork in the road
Two roads stretched wide into the universe
Bending me into their quiet brilliance
Sun baking me in the desert
I'm sinking in red clay
Melting in the heat of day
One road leads to poverty, the other wealth
One is filled with sorrow, the other mirth
Yet, they lay before me like twins
There is a battle within
A choice of destiny and fate
Faith interjects itself, God's face is matchless
My weary soul sinks deeper
I cannot chose a road

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Red, White, & Blue

Happy 4th of July All!!

Red is thick like blood,
Ebbing out through generations of war,
Red is continuous and deep,
Flowing through the veins of a nation,
White stripes and stars are pride,
Innumerable as clouds in the sky,
Blue is giver of life,
Birth in blue waters and deep rivers,
Ancestors carried upon shores,
To unite a multitude of people,
Proudly embrace as Americans