Glimmering Trees

Luminous spark in your eyes

Anticipate Christmas surprise

Real angels glimmer in trees

For Sky Watch Friday

Dew (Haiku)

Hi all,

Here's another haiku write!  Hope you enjoy.

Your lips meet mine fast
Gentle kiss as dew on grass
Dissipates too soon

Written for Haiku Heights

Rivulet (Haiku Heights)

Hi bloggers,

Happy December and winter dreams!

May I cross your stream
Bridge love to marry our dreams
Two hearts swimming free

Written for Haiku Heights

Thanksgiving Sky

Sky stuffed with love

Thankful for one more year

Happy Sky Watch All!!

An Autumn Poem

Fallen leaves

Beautifully

Crunch as metaphors

Beneath my toes

Lines and verses

An autumn poem

Happy Sky Watch!!

Grass (Haiku)

Blessed kiss of grass

Where spring has spread her hands wide

Shelters earth and life

For Haiku Heights

An Endless Sky

I am thankful

For eyes

To witness 

The beauty 

Of an endless sky

Happy Sky Watch friends!

Returning Home

Dear bloggers,

I've been away for a few months but it feels like a lifetime!  I hope you are all doing well in the blogging world.  To update everyone, I've immersed myself in my candle business and it's been a wonderful new project.  I will be marketing my soy candles to local craft fairs and selling cards with my poetry.  I'm excited and eager for this to take off!!

I am also happy to return to my blogging home.  I will continue to write when I feel inspired and read all of your amazing blog posts. Thanks for your support and friendship!

Furtive knocking

Doors unlocking

Familiar faces

Strong embraces

Returning home

Farewell

Hi Bloggers,

The time has come for me to part ways with Write In Motion.  I have been blessed to write and blog for four years, and I am inspired by all of you.  Thank you for your visits and comments over the years.  It has meant so much to me.

God Bless and Happy Blogging!!

Roam Free

Boy's epiphany

The clouds are soft for running

Blue space to roam free

Written for friends at Haiku Heights

&

Happy Sky Watch!!!

The Moon's Eye

The moon's eye

Lights a summer night

And holds within its gaze

A poem for me

Happy Sky Watch all!!!

Love Wordle

Hi all,

It was summer love
A second glance
No chance to leave it
Between thanks and please

Friends, they laughed
But none could mistake
Their language passed 
A note of intrigue

Together they rest
In the hot breeze
Children of heat
And humidity

She may translate
The whispers 
On his lips
He may detect
The longing
In her eyes

Surprise her
With a kiss
Perhaps a mistake
Though the conscience
Grows sick with time

From my experience
The lab of love
Holds an elixir
For young hearts

Written For Sunday Whirl

Swing (Haiku)

Hi bloggers,

I am writing a pair of haiku for Haiku Heights.  The theme is swing.

Delicate sing-song
Braids swing in summer's light free
Like a gentle poem

Carefree girl
Hallelujah love
Soaring home

Liberty

The image is Supermoon 2013, by Julio Cortez, AP

Liberty measures

Her brilliant flame in the sky

Hope on her shoreline

A man most broken

Casts his eyes upon freedom

American hope

Written for The Mag & Haiku Heights

A Fireworks Sky

Happy 4th of July & Sky Watch friends!

Fingerprint (Haiku)

Dogs on a man hunt

Sweat at midnight falling thick

The gun has his prints

Trigger happy fool

Because her love has stained you

Erasing her print

Written for Haiku Heights

Song of Baby Birds

Song of baby birds

A cry of bliss

With hunger for life

Dancing worms 

In their dreams

I'd like to thank my friend Diana for the pics! 

Sharing with friends over at Camera Critters 

The Mermaid Parade!

I enjoyed the annual Mermaid Parade full of artistic spice and underwater flavor!

Sharing with Our World Tuesday

Teenage Games

Image from Stanley Kubrick for Look Magazine, 1949

A private corner

For our teenage games

You light my cigarette

And play my dame

Tease me, please me

My folks won't be home till ten

I'll send my pals home

We'll wet our whistle and jive

Written for The Mag

Ripples (Haiku)

Tears quiver

Like raindrops, silent

Heart ripples

Conquer fear

Haiku sings romance

Perfect note

Written for Haiku Heights

June Sky

June sky

A heavenly 

Sundae

Swirls 

To my eyes 

Delight

Happy Sky Watch all!!!

Dash (O.S.I.)

A headstone,
With life,
Scrolled across it,
Symbolized, 
By a dash;
Stone revived,
By sunlight,
And wildflowers,
Dancing, 
In the wind;
Life,
At a glance,
More than a dash;
A revival,
Of love and joy,
Memories and happiness.

Thanks for the inspiration at O.S.I.

Love in the Park

What is the status of our love?
She begs of him in the shimmering afternoon,
Bronzing her bare limbs in the park.
He is indifferent, likes to rest his eyes:
Will her question spill into tomorrow?

He would rather turn the page,
Before her eyes flash and thunder;
And checks his laughter at the curb,
Receding from the skyline like a pair of jets.

He searches for her heart, 
But finds only anger spewing from her,
Takes his steps as sunset ripples in the sky;
He caresses the nape of her neck slowly,
And kisses her with heat on his tongue;
The yard of their dreams blooming anew.

Written for Sunday Whirl

Eccentric (Haiku)

Hi bloggers,

I've been away for too long! The following poem is written for Haiku Heights, and the theme is eccentric.

He mutters to trees

Stetson hat bends in the breeze

A living scarecrow

Black Smoke

Artwork is Ponytail by Last Exit

Cigarette please, dear

Her health lit up in black smoke

Wafting midnight ink

We pause in the heat

Smoke and light in empty air

Cruel song in her lungs

Written For The Mag & Haiku Heights

The Dreamer's Lighthouse

Artwork: Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth

The lighthouse of my dreams,

So soft and sublime like a new morning,

Is rebuilt when I lay my head on the pillow;

The dandelions in my front yard rise with ease,

With promises of wild trysts from their golden lips.

Though an ominous sky threatens with black clouds,

To wash away my home brick by brick;

I have the spirit of the river,

That flows generous, smooth, and clear.

Written for Magpie Tales & O.S.I.

The Great Egg (Haiku)

Hi Sky Watchers and Haiku Lovers,

This is a sky shot image taken earlier this year, and it feels quite poignant. 

Stunning gift from God

The sunlight is ours to crack

The great, yellow egg

For Sky Watch Friday & Haiku Heights

Rekindle (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

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

May she swallow words,
From the honeycomb of life.
May the sky open its eyes;
Rain down its essence, each molecule sublime.
May it rekindle in her joie de vivre;
Leave its footprints in each vertebrae of her spine,
And climb into the hollow space within her heart.

Mistakes and lessons, recorded in her mind, gone;
Stuffed in an envelope, return to sender.
Kiss the blue dawn and bluer eyes;
Sorrows pass now without remembrance.
Oh to sing into the sun once more,
To embrace the dawn on sun-kissed shores;
Free and alive.

Story (Haiku Heights)

Hi bloggers,

I am happy to write another haiku for Haiku Heights, and the theme is story.

Blank canvas

To paint his sunrise

On her lips

The Daughters of Aman (Conclusion)

Hi all,

Here is the conclusion to my short story.  I hope you enjoy!  A link to previous chapters can be found here.

The king awaited the mysterious bird's visit for a fortnight, but it did not appear.  Then one starless night, when the moon faintly appeared from heaven, a majestic bird of silver beat her wings along palace stone.  The king bowed to her with great trepidation and bade her to speak.  

"A wicked curse has befallen thy throne, but I can heal thee of thy heartache.  I know where thy sons are."

The king rejoiced at the good news.  But when the bird commanded he climb into her beak, he refused.

"I shall not trick thee," the bird promised.  "However, if thou refuses my offer tonight, I shall not return."

Early before dawn, several farmers spotted a moon with wings.  It was the great, silver bird with the king in its beak.  They flew high into the sky until they became a speck to the naked eye.  The king was never spotted in his country again.

The king's youngest son Hollidon pardoned Aman and restored back his honor and riches.  And the daughters of Aman lived in peace though, on occasion, they enjoyed their days as exotic creatures. 

~Fin~

The Gift of Knowledge

Art By Mary Cassatt: Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge (1892)

Come hither, young chicks
I will teach you knowledge
Served from God's dish
A thousand years in my right eye
Ten thousand stories flutter from my left
I count each a blessing
Grafted from meadows and gardens
Mother Nature's window dressing

First, I will spit in your eyes
And teach you to fly
One arm outstretched then the other
Pulsing alive, the red heart revived
Receiving wondrous messages in the wind
Hello is sunrise and goodnight is sunset
And the moon is a pillow to rest and pray

Take heed when the thunderous storm growls
Never fear, it comes with an agenda
Rain fills the sky as earth becomes a soup of wisdom
To nurture, give, and receive
Where roots reveal her charm 
Springs and summers hence shall dream
Rich, in front, inspiring humanity

Written for The Mag & Sunday Whirl 

Space To Dream

The sky

Has a space

In my heart

To dream 

Happy Sky Watch All

The Daughter's of Aman (Part V)

Hi all,

Here is Part V of my tale!!  If you missed the other sections, here are Parts I, II, III, and IV.

When Prince Redinoldo beheld the Forest of Fortune, he fell to his knees and cried aloud:  "The wealth of the universe is in my possession."

A river of gold undulated beyond his feet into an endless horizon.  The branches on the trees were pregnant with prized jewels in ruby, emerald, and sapphire.  Even the insects and winged creatures appeared bejeweled with an enchanting stone.

The hare had already planned her exit and bowed before the prince in reverence:

"I shall leave thee to thy new kingdom, your highness."  The prince did not reply but found his heart was lost in a revelry of greed and lust.

"The days of my father's mourning have ended,"  he declared.  "I shall bestow greater honor and wealth to my land.  All shall bow to me!"   

But as he returned home, the forest became submerged in darkness.  It grew so dim and foggy that he could no longer see what was in front of him, and he stumbled over his feet several times. 

"Hare, I command thee to be my eyes and guide me from this wretched forest."  But the hare had slipped away beyond the darkness.  And his cry and pleas were so loud that creatures of the wood encircled him to see the spectacle.  

Now many from the rural villages heard the cries of the prince.  Some believed it was a man and others were convinced it was a ghost.  The king grew sore afraid by the rumors and feared his son's death.  

And a witness came forward and testified Amielle lingered near the forest on the day of the prince's disappearance.  The king grew wroth for he suspected Aman's daughters of evil, and he threw Gabriella and Amielle in prison.  Both sisters were threatened with starvation until they revealed the prince's location.  Only Milliana, the youngest, could roam freely and feel sunlight.

"Oh great king," she pleaded, "my heart feels great sorrow for my family's fortune."  

"I have lost two of my heirs on account of thy family.  I possess no sorrow nor pity for thee."  And the king banished her from returning to the palace walls.  But before Milliana departed, she cried:

"A great bird shall visit thee at midnight.  Do not fear the bird but whatever it asks thee, be obedient to its voice."

To Be Continued...

Liquid (O.S.I.)

Hello all,

I am writing for O.S.I. and the theme is liquid.  Hope you enjoy!!

I can testify that dreams
Are liquid pools for the soul
And we may take bird baths
Or baptize ourselves
In their splendor

If we spend evenings
In the gutter
Where the rain
Collects our thoughts
May we gleam their beauty
From a crystal waterfall

And should they darken
Towards the moon
In a starless sky
We will laugh and remember
Life is but a dream

Volcano (Haiku Heights)

Hi bloggers,

I am in a haiku mood. The following poem is written for Haiku Heights, and the theme is volcano.

Wanton, burning eyes

Palpable fire in your touch

Lips of volcano

Square Box

Hi bloggers,

I am writing the following poem for Sunday Whirl.  

Rosie believes the world reveals its face through a square box

When mama waves her black wand

The square box clicks on and an image waltzes in

With stories and tales that shipped beyond her land

She struggles to understand the world with infant eyes

As horror sweeps against her mother's face

It is like the shock of pain

When she can find no shelter from the rain

And the promise of sunlight dissolves into the clouds

Rosie observes the countless evenings spent in front of the box

As the world thrives on blood

She skinned her knee once, out came a drop of red

But on the screen blood sheds like a river

Men in anger and hate cry infidels

Rosie does not know this word but fears it is a boogie man

While land and sea is consumed by black smoke

Mama tugs her baby tight and whispers a bomb

But her heart refuses to harden in darkness

Rosie is nurtured in love, resilience, and peace

Poem In the Sky

Blue ribbon in my pocket

Stretching from end to end

Is it heaven or the sea

Reflecting its heart back to me

Happy Sky Watch & Poem In Your Pocket Day

Owl (Haiku)

Black shawl sweeps like night

Hooting, beating on my chest

Hunting for his prey

For Haiku Heights

The Crush

Artwork By Kuzma Petrov-Vodin, Spring (1935)

Shy, coquettish Laura Lee

Your lips anoint me like the buds of spring

I thirst for playful romps in the grass

To dive into your ocean-blue dress

But I digress cowardly folding my hat

As you are preoccupied with the world beneath

If I could live inside your great, brown eyes

I'd steal your thoughts from those blue skies 

Written For Magpie Tales

The Daughters of Aman (Part IV)

Hi Bloggers,

Here is Part IV of my short story.  If you missed any sections, you can check out Part I, Part II, and Part III.

Scarcely had the men escaped from the great eel's presence, that they filled the halls of the court with shouting: "The prince is dead!"  "Prince Kristacus is dead!" 

The news grieved the king greatly as he cried aloud to heaven, and he inquired about his son's tragic demise.  One of the witnesses recalled the eldest daughter of Aman enticing the prince before he swam to his death.  

But the king refused to investigate the matter for his heart was broken.  He ordered the kingdom mourn Kristacus for two fortnights.  

While the kingdom honored his memory, Redinoldo (the second prince) had desired that the mourning cease. He discerned that his father had become sickly and neglected the throne.  And he ventured out into the Forest of Fortune with hope he'd return with a rare and valuable gift. 

Now the Forest of Fortune was rumored to hold grave dangers for mortal men, but Redinoldo praised himself for being wise and lacked fear.   While the prince hunted, Amielle followed him silently, jumping like a lithe cat from branch to branch.  

Along the journey, a hare crossed his path.  The creature danced in an exotic coat of red and lifted its tail as if to tease him.  Redinoldo raised his arrow slowly and was ready to shoot when the hare shouted:

"Be merciful my prince!" 

"Ho! Did the hare talk to me?  Or do I dream foolishly?"  The prince almost fell backward by the hare's reply.

"Nay, I speak and plead for my life," the creature answered.

"I shall humor you hare," the prince granted.  "What shall you give me in exchange for your life?"

"The untold fortunes of the forest," she replied.  "For no man has seen nor tasted the forest's rich fruits."

"Shall I trust this creature," Redinoldo reasoned aloud.  "Hare, if you lie, my arrow shall strike you dead."

"My prince, I revere you for your wisdom.  And if I lie, I deserve this fate."  

To be continued...

Jasmine (Haiku)

Hi Bloggers,

I am writing for Haiku Heights and today's theme is jasmine.

Empty mug
Jasmine for your lips
Pour on love

Broadway (O.S.I.)

Hi Bloggers,

I am writing for O.S.I.  and the theme is Broadway!

Farm life is a speck of dirt beneath her fingernails

She is a moth trapped between two worlds

Suspended by the light of the city

Though the mud cakes beneath her boots

Though the cow's udder is so full it moos

Though the rooster holds the sunrise with its crow

And papa's tears are bluer than his overalls

A train hollers in her dreams

Promising happier days in the city

A suitcase holds the remnants of her life

Broadway sparkles with glimmer and light

Yet her heart grows homesick by the day

As her accent slips into a country twang

Her hair still smells of straw and churned butter

She'd rather pick daisies instead of men

In her dreams, she flies and greets clear skies

With hope she'll lay her head in greener pastures

Pillow Fight Haiku!

Hi all,

In honor of Pillow Fight Day, I've penned the following haiku:

Pillow fight 

Feathers floating free

Light as snow

For Haiku Heights

Rumi's Moon (Poetry Month)

Hi bloggers,

April is National Poetry Month!  I will be paying homage to classic poets throughout April on my site.  

The following poem was inspired by Rumi's Twilight.

Am I myself
Fingers, toes which curl
In an unconscious stream
A lazy swim 
Eyes half-closed
To the moon
There is a ship 
Which sails beneath
I am a shimmering body
A rock sinking 
Drowning until 
The stars catch me

Wide Open Soul

Artwork By Jacek Yerka (Between Heaven and Hell)

There are no curtains, no doors

To the room that is your soul

By design an artist to the core

Lock and key, serving tea for two

Be my Adam and I'll play your Eve

Forbidden fruit between our lips

We forget the hissing egg on a hot pan

And the cat curled up in dreamland

We cover ourselves in leaves

A pair of human trees

With eyes wide open and full of dreams

Inspired by The Mag and O.S.I.

Easter Light

Wishing you all the joy and light of Easter!!

Messiah come soon, the earth waits for you

Nature kneels in the dark waiting for the Light

At the master's feet, the world receives sight

It cries Hosanna, soars faithful and true 

Genesis births sin, all hearts became blue

Prayers from the hopeful burns bright in the night

Messiah come soon, the earth waits for you

Nature kneels in the dark waiting for the Light

With joy the fields clap, heaven drops its dew

The road to glory send spirits in flight

Timbrel and cymbals, music soars in height

Gazing at the sky, clouds part azure blue

Messiah come soon, the earth waits for you

Written in Rondel Form

Where Birds Gather

The birds gather

In ones, twos, threes

Morning gossip
In their beaks

An endless sky

So bountiful and clear

The day is new

But they choose instead 

To chirp in my ears

Happy Sky Watch!!

Moment (O.S.I.)

Good morning

Rings in my ear

Like a church bell

I wrestle with my heart

A poem aching to sing

Though it coils from my reach

If I abandon

The barefoot muse

Walking on my floor

Would she return

With open arms

Breathing her light

I pause in silence

In the moment

Waiting, hoping

Written for O.S.I.

Fortitude (Haiku Heights)

Poor man determines

To win over his sweetheart

With poems in his eyes

Inspired by Haiku Heights (Fortitude)

Riding the Clouds

Hi Skywatchers,

I love this sky shot across the car's dashboard.

Chasing the sun down

Riding the clouds

The wind blows for the free

For Sky Watch Friday

The Daughters of Aman (Part III)

Hi bloggers,

I hope you enjoy Part III of my tale. 

Now the daughters of Aman sought to dethrone the king and his heirs.  They studied both the talents and vices of the three sons which bore his name.

Kristacus, his eldest, was blessed with brawn and power.  He often paraded through town baring his chest and muscles.  Scores of maidens would follow his shadow. 

Redinoldo, his second born, was astute and cunning and handled all great affairs on behalf of the king.  

Hollidon, the youngest, was praised by many in the kingdom for he possessed the strength and wisdom of both brothers though he was young.

Gabriella discerned Kristacus had an insatiable appetite for women.  She studied his business schedule and knew when the men traveled out to sea for important work.  She circled his boat like a shark on a hot, summer afternoon and spoke in a demure voice:

"My prince, summer calls you.  Let us make love in these waters."  And she raised her bronze body into the orange sun and revealed she was naked.  Kristacus caught himself in amazement and quickly dove head long into the river.  

"Art thou a mirage," he teased and caught her by the arm.  "How supple is thy skin.  Let me satisfy my thirst."  But Gabriella swam away before the prince could touch her.

"Follow me.  I know where we can be alone," she cooed.  Her body shimmered in the water as he chased her through stronger currents.  Kristacus limbs began to tire, but when he looked ahead, he remained fixated on the beautiful prize.  

But the water became cold, gray, and scaly.  A giant eel revealed itself from the water and swallowed Kristacus whole.  His men cried in horror at the sight and hurled sharp spears at the watery beast.  But its silvery scales were harder than iron.  Slowly, the eel disappeared beneath the water.  

To be continued...

Clandestine Feast

Gradation

Of the truth

Shamelessly smiles

With an invitation

For a sumptuous evening

Faun and horse delight

With wine and sweets

But I, the bird, know

They fatten me up

For feeding

Inspired by Pablo Picasso's Faun, Horse, and Bird 

Magpie Tales

O.S.I. (Clandestine)

Snow Doves (Haiku)

Hello Haiku Lovers,

I am writing for Carpe Diem and the theme is Yuki no hate (end of snow)

The thrill of snow doves
Falling to the earth softly
Melt blue winter's heart

As leaves unfurl green
Tree barks yawn and stretch their limbs
Creatures seeking spring

The Daughters of Aman (Part II)

Hi bloggers,

Here is Part II of my short story.  If you missed the first part, it can be found here.  

Aman's daughters had devised a scheme to set their father free.  They fed their youngest sister Milliana roots to make her appear sickly. Then, she fainted in the marketplace before many witnesses.

"Our sister is unwell!  Our sister is unwell!"  The cries could be heard outside the palace walls.

"Who crieth at the gate of the court," the king inquired of his servant.  

"Your highness, it is the daughters of Aman."

"Ah, they are very fair and beautiful indeed," agreed the king.  "If Aman had not dishonored his name, I would have wed his daughters to my sons.  Yet, I still favor them.  Tell the maidens I will hear their request." 

The servant rushed out to greet them in the hot, afternoon sun. 

"The king shall hear thy request fair daughters," decreed the servant.  

"Oh great and noble king," Gabriella cried, "we desired not to disturb his highness at this hour.  But our sister Milliana is unwell and wishes her father return home speedily."

"Why doth thou trouble me with this," the king answered in anger.  "I have sentenced thy father to prison and he shall remain there."

"But my sister grows weaker everyday," Gabriella protested.  "My king, may I ask thee what my father has done to deserve thy iron hand around his neck.  Why does thy law punish him as a murdering scoundrel?"

"Silence," shouted the king and he sought to throw them out of the palace.  But Amielle bowed herself before the king and sought his mercy. 

"Your highness, forgive my sister," Amielle bowed.  "She speaks hastily and foolishly.  We humbly ask that you return our father to us."

"For the sake of thy plea, I shall consider thy request," the king reasoned.  "But Aman has yet to serve out his sentence.  It is a matter of great concern to me."

 "We have a dark cellar.  It is darker than a sky at midnight," Amielle replied softly.  "Thou may keep our father there.  And if thou doest not trust us, bring a guard as a witness." 

The king smiled for the words pleased him.  "Send for the guards and make the proper arrangements."

The daughters of Aman thanked the king and filed out of his presence silently.  But when the castle was far in the distance, Gabriella shouted:

"Why did thou bargain with the king and bow to him?"

"Dear sister,"" Amielle replied, "thou caused great trouble for us.  Now our father is home and unharmed."

"Yes, but a wretched prison guard dwells among us," added Milliana.

"He shall not trouble our plans," Amielle assured her. 

To be continued...

Sunday By The Sea

On a Sunday spree

She reserves a spot for me

In the sea which drifts away

The sky loses its fearsome glow

And breaks into an intimate smile

For the outsider to dream its head upon

There is a window where the gull can fly

And paint the firmament with his wings

Part the clouds with a psalm

Though the day is not written yet

The afternoon tastes promising

The use of shoes no longer required

Here the sea beseeches you to retire

As the wind lifts you with invisible wings

Sunset exhales upon the body

Inspired by the image from Magpie Tales & Sunday Whirl

Happy Thoughts (Sky Watch)

The darkness recedes again

As light breaks

Nods her head

Filling me 

With happy thoughts

Happy Sky Watch all!!!

Prism of Words

Hi all,

I am writing for Poetry Jam and the theme is prism.

Prism of words
On the doorstep
Of my heart

Your voice is the jewel
Unwrapped before me
On a crushed, red rose

And I choose
To unravel
Your vowels
And allow myself
To surrender
To light

Daughter of the Rainbow

Hi Bloggers,

I hope you all are doing well.  Here is my latest freestyle poem. 

A daughter of the rainbow 
A daughter of possibilities
Where the tips of your light
Guides you to many moons
And glorious suns
You have an infinite amount of space
To write your own destiny 
Who told you to dim your lights
To wash away your color and spice
The whisperers, the naysayers
And doubters all melt beneath you
Until the only voice you listen to
Is your own

Butterfly (Haiku)

Hi bloggers,

Here is a new haiku for you.  Thanks for the inspiration over at Carpe Diem :

February soars

In blue, majestic waters

With spring on her wings

The Smiling Monarch

Part I.

I see her smile upon the wall
My unknown beauty, could she be
The queen, the holy monarch
An unknown pearl in the bed of my dreams
I wake up, it is Monday
My work phone rings but I am gone
To see the familiar walking path
Where the art gallery gleams upon the sun
Poor fellow, they remark, and whisper with their eyes
To behold a man enraptured with a frame
But the mysterious woman, she is mine
Oil on canvas, glow in her cheeks
She comes alive in me

Part II.

Days of the week
Are all the same
They shepherd me
From activity to activity 
Though every Monday
A kind fellow
Blows kisses at me
Signed the Queen

Written for O.S.I. (Monday) and Sunday Scribblings (Monarch)

Ticket To Her Soul

Hi all,

I am writing for O.S.I. and Sunday Scribblings.  The themes are ticket and embroidery.  The style is written in Lanturne form. 

She 

Leaves poems

A ticket

Into her soul

Cry

They

Ransacked

In the dark

Her box of things

Gone

Eyes 

Searching

Calls her name

Stitches a rose

Loss

Sugar & Iceberg (Haiku)

Hi all,

I have written a pair of haiku for Haiku Heights and Carpe Diem.  The themes are sugar and iceberg.

Two lumps, please

With your croissant smile

Sugar bliss

Break the ice

My crystal island

Has a heart

The Daughters of Aman (Part I)

Hi bloggers,

On February 15, 2009, I embarked on the journey of blogging. Four years later, I am blessed and thankful for the creative inspiration to keep writing today.  Thanks for all the comments, views, and followers over the years.  It's been awhile since I shared a short story on this site.  I hope you enjoy my latest work.

Lord Aman possessed great fortune.  His wealth was so great that all the men envied and admired him save the king.  Now the king had also sent for Aman as he was very wise.  And the king divided a portion of his kingdom and left one under his jurisdiction. Moreover, the people hailed Aman as favorable and just, but the king had seized all the taxes and revenue from him.  

"My good man, do not cheat the king!  But give what is rightfully his."

"Your majesty, you have taken all the money without cause.  Am I not worthy of my share," Aman cried.  

The king was wroth by his reply and threw him in the dungeon. Aman lived in utter darkness for five years.  Only Aman's three daughters came to look upon him.  They alone were Aman's strength and comfort.  

Gabriella, the eldest, possessed her mother's eyes, which were gray and heavy as the sky before a storm.  She granted her father strength and sweet sustenance.  Amielle, his second daughter, kept him abreast of the outside world and gave him great knowledge.  Milliana, the youngest, whispered in his ears like a song bird.  Her presence made his soul merry.

On the anniversary of Aman's imprisonment, his daughters prepared a feast and adorned themselves in silk and gold.  

"Ah, my angels," Aman laughed.  "What manner of greeting is this?"

"Papa, we are here today to restore honor to thy name," Gabriella declared.

"Am I not in chains and cast in darkness?  Did you bring weapons to break me out," and Aman thoroughly rebuked his daughters.  

"Nay, papa.  Listen to Gabriella," Amielle reasoned.  "For we have planned thy escape for five years."

"Nonsense! Return home and cause no more trouble.  For I have accepted my fate.  God should have blessed me with sons."

"You are more blessed to have daughters," Milliana whispered with a kiss.  Then, the girls placed shawls over their heads and departed.  

To Be Continued...

Courting Night

The courting night

Humbly asks one question:

Be my Valentine 

Happy Sky Watch Friday

Classic Night

The scent of rain in the morning 

Hurry love

The bustle of rush hour traffic

Get home

Valentine rose for your hair

Red muse

Slow dancing at candlelight

Barefoot 

Here's looking at you, kid

Classic Night

Inspired By Imaginary Garden & Casablanca

Romance After Dinner

Yellow tiles and silverware

Come, let me play with your hair

The patrons glance but I don't care

There's only room for two

Come, let me play with your hair

My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries

There's only room for two

Your eyes make music like violins

My heart's on a plate and tastes of strawberries

An engagement ring floats in a flute glass

Your eyes make music like violins

Joy to kiss your lips all night

Artwork By Joseph Lorusso

Written For The Mag & O.S.I.