Miami Dreaming (Watery Wednesday)

Hi all,

Happy Watery Wednesday! This photo was taken during my trip in Miami. I can feel the hot breeze, waterfalls cascading in my ears, and palm trees waving nearby. The images are warm enough to last me through winter!

Pair of Haikus

Hi all,

Today, I am writing a pair of haikus for The Purple Treehouse.

Long ago I thought
Wisdom came in red ribbon
Pray, in time, it speaks

Drop in the romance
Of moonlight while stars roam you
Is there wisdom here?

Renewal (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am happy to share a new poem this Christmas evening:

Holidays become quiet sublime silences
The sweetness of cocoa gone
The tinsel on the tree bare
The gifts unwrapped
And somehow
We share
A love
Renewed

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt II)

Hi all,

Here is part two of my story. I hope you are enjoying the holiday season.

The shadow of his little body lit like a blue flame on shimmering snow. He was white with large, brown spots and dark coal eyes. He thumped his hind legs and wrinkled his little nose at her. She smiled back at him. His little hind legs carved out her name in snow. The letters unmistakably spelled Mel.

Ignoring her roommate’s scoffs, Mel raced towards the door and let the cold air wrap around her like a coat. She felt the snow seep into her slippers. Her toes became one with the slippery ice. The rabbit pointed his pink nose at her like she was a carrot. Her roommate gawked from the window in an incredulous stare. Mel wondered if she too saw the rabbit.

Then, the rabbit jumped as if a gunshot rang in his ear and he sped away into the snowy horizon. Mel followed and felt her body feel lighter. She was shrinking into sugar covered snow. Her hands and toes grew furry and her ears lengthened towards the sky. A generous cotton tail shook behind her like a rattle. She could hear his voice now coaxing her:

Just a bit farther now…don’t stop. We are very close to the forest.

He talks! Mel could not believe her ears as she sprinted fast behind the little rabbit.

They made beautiful tracks in the snow becoming musical footnotes below the earth’s surface. She marveled at his dialect and speech. His hind legs spoke to her pumping fast and furiously ahead. One thump at a time. She turned behind her but could no longer recognize the campus grounds. It was a blur of trees and woods. The trunks and branches were heavy with snow. She looked into their eyes and was surprised the trees had eyes. They professed their history in their sunken roots. They wished to speak to her.

There is no time…the rabbit shouted. She obeyed.

They neared a frozen river that stretched for miles in either direction. The rabbit stopped and furtively glanced into her eyes. She stared into his dark coal ones. She couldn’t speak. Curiosity made her leap into the frozen river. It began to melt beneath her as the sun touched down.

Holiday Haiku

Hi all,

Here is a holiday haiku I recently penned. Hope you enjoy:

Winter looks through glass
As if she sees glory still
In drops of pure snow

Morning opens gifts
Of Christmas lights and wonder
Children all aglow

Inkpot (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is inkpot.

A river unbroken
To walk circumspect
Across broken dreams
Courage to rewrite her story
She could dry like clay
March out with the clouds
Dig herself and hide for winter
Or she can stand tall
As sunflowers in a field of gold
As the sparrow who opens his wings
She dipped her pen into her heart
And let the ink flow

Through Nature's Eyes (Pt I)

Hi all,

I am doing something a little different diving into a new short story. I hope you enjoy my latest work and stay tuned!!

Mel exposed herself in the winter air. At first, it was a naked arm dangling from her wool pajamas. It was turning raw pink then blue. She felt a streak of defiance. Her mother was not there to scold her. They were the sort of rebellious streaks most people would scoff at: mismatched socks; the left side was accustomed to polka dots and the right preferred bold stripes. Then, she graduated to bare feet. Her toes were not adverse to a sticky dorm room. She was proud of the messes left over from breakfast. She liked soggy corn puffs and milk in a pool she could step in. She wouldn’t want her mother to see her with a raccoon nest for hair, where remnants of dinner, a pencil, and notes from class had slept together and cooed.

Her roommate thought she was nuts, sporting nothing except bare legs and her boyfriend’s oversize hoodie. Wish I had a hoodie to slide in, Mel thought. Boys aren’t in season, ripe on trees, or falling from the sky.

A snowflake smiled at her through the window. Then, a pair of long pink ears tapped against her window.....

Christmas Sky

Hi Skywatchers,

I am happy to share a little holiday magic in NYC. Everything is adorned in lights and decorations as life becomes a little sweeter at Christmastime. Happy Sky Watch!!

Knight (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is knight. This word evokes a fairytale image to me.

I thought of your smile
Your lips
That night
Peeling from
The walls of memory
And your laugh
So full of light
And heart
You at last
Were my knight
Your armor slinks
I sink
In an ocean
Of deep silence
Fade away
From my shore
My only knight

Candle (Acrostic)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for Acrostic Only and the theme is candle.

Catching my eyes
A little light
Needs some recognition
Day erases night
Laying aside cares
Every shadow gone

Poinsettia Lips

Hi all,

Hope you are all enjoying the holiday season. Here is a poem I recently penned.

I thought in poinsettia lips
Their symmetrical red tips
Gazing at the snow
And plucked them all
In my waning mind
He loves me…loves me not
Petals drop in silence
I smile into lights

Sapid (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I wrote a pair of haikus for O.S.I. The theme this week is sapid.

You pleased the senses
Teased to taste buds awoken
In bursts of sweetness

I never needed
Life to drop its sweet goodness
You satisfy me

Story in the Sand

Hi all,

I've written the following short story for It's Thursday. The theme is inspired by the image from Missrockstarr.

The sand resembles me: millions of grains glistening, wild, coming together in the wind. Escapable when you reach out your hands and feel its weight. It is weightless like me. I smile like a diamond when I glance into the sky. The sun is stretched against me and I am full of shiny gems. There are hidden stories beneath me. Tales of treasures, seashells, shovels, worn clothes, jewelry, empty wrappers. They cover me with beach towels and lawn chairs and umbrellas. But I like the naked sun. I am a permanent island that laughs when the tide draws in. The ocean speaks of worlds I will never explore. I am the spot where lovers lay on their backs and play. I dare not utter their secrets. Their love makes me cry and pine. I cannot be loved or held. I sit here and reflect upon the sunset. This canvas is stretched so wide above me but I do not tire of its beauty. I see God Almighty there with His imprint drying. I dreamed the stars aligned and spelled my name. I dreamed in moonbeams and shooting stars in ways that human eyes cannot perceive. And as I wake in sunrise, I let the sand pour through me.

Enjoying the Simple Things

Hi Skywatchers,

As we approach the New Year, I am reflecting on the simple things and I have learned so much gazing up at the sky.

See before the darkness swims in
Dream before the world fades away
Laugh before the moment passes by