Friday, December 20, 2013

Glimmering Trees

Luminous spark in your eyes
Anticipate Christmas surprise
Real angels glimmer in trees

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

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

Sunday, December 8, 2013

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

Friday, November 29, 2013

Thanksgiving Sky

Sky stuffed with love
Thankful for one more year

Happy Sky Watch All!!

Friday, November 8, 2013

An Autumn Poem

Fallen leaves
Crunch as metaphors
Beneath my toes
Lines and verses
An autumn poem

Happy Sky Watch!!

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Grass (Haiku)

Blessed kiss of grass
Where spring has spread her hands wide
Shelters earth and life

Friday, October 18, 2013

An Endless Sky

I am thankful
For eyes
To witness 
The beauty 
Of an endless sky

Happy Sky Watch friends!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

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

Sunday, July 28, 2013


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!!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

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!!!

Thursday, July 18, 2013

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!!!

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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

Saturday, July 13, 2013

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

Tuesday, July 9, 2013


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

Friday, July 5, 2013

A Fireworks Sky

Happy 4th of July & Sky Watch friends!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

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

Saturday, June 29, 2013

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 

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Mermaid Parade!

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

Sharing with Our World Tuesday

Monday, June 24, 2013

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

Monday, June 17, 2013

Ripples (Haiku)

Tears quiver
Like raindrops, silent
Heart ripples

Conquer fear
Haiku sings romance
Perfect note

Written for Haiku Heights

Thursday, June 13, 2013

June Sky

June sky
A heavenly 
To my eyes 

Happy Sky Watch all!!!

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Dash (O.S.I.)

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

Thanks for the inspiration at O.S.I.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

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

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

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

Sunday, May 26, 2013

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

Monday, May 20, 2013

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.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

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

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

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.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

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

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

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. 


Sunday, May 5, 2013

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 

Friday, May 3, 2013

Space To Dream

The sky
Has a space
In my heart
To dream 

Happy Sky Watch All

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

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...

Monday, April 29, 2013

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

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

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

Sunday, April 21, 2013

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

Thursday, April 18, 2013

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

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Owl (Haiku)

Black shawl sweeps like night
Hooting, beating on my chest
Hunting for his prey

Monday, April 15, 2013

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

Sunday, April 14, 2013

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...

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

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

Monday, April 8, 2013

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

Saturday, April 6, 2013

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

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

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

Monday, April 1, 2013

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.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

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

Thursday, March 28, 2013

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!!

Monday, March 25, 2013

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.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Fortitude (Haiku Heights)

Poor man determines
To win over his sweetheart
With poems in his eyes

Inspired by Haiku Heights (Fortitude)

Thursday, March 21, 2013

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

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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...

Monday, March 18, 2013

Clandestine Feast

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 
O.S.I. (Clandestine)

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

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

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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, March 10, 2013

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

Friday, March 8, 2013

Happy Thoughts (Sky Watch)

The darkness recedes again
As light breaks
Nods her head
Filling me 
With happy thoughts

Happy Sky Watch all!!!

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

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

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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

Sunday, February 24, 2013

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)

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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. 

Leaves poems
A ticket
Into her soul

In the dark
Her box of things

Calls her name
Stitches a rose

Sunday, February 17, 2013

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

Saturday, February 16, 2013

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...

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Courting Night

The courting night
Humbly asks one question:
Be my Valentine 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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
Here's looking at you, kid
Classic Night

Inspired By Imaginary Garden & Casablanca

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Sakura (Haiku)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for Carpe Diem and the theme is Sakura ( a Japanese folk song celebrating spring).

Bright daughter
Waltzes in winter
Singing spring

New blossoms
Christen in fragrance
Life anew

A song of beauty
Notes on trees

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Shadowy Sky

Cloak of raven
Lifts her veil 
Into the sky
Black cherry eyes
Trail of velvet
Greeting sunlight

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

My New Store Has Launched!

Hi bloggers,

I am excited to announce my new store has launched at  Zazzle is a wonderful place to express your creativity.  Currently, I have Valentine cards for that special someone.

My store can be found here:

More to come!  Thanks for stopping by!

Monday, February 4, 2013

Pride & Joy (Haiku)

Hi all,

The following haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Carpe Diem:

Pride and joy
A nest of eggs born
Mama sings

Do re mi
Song bird's soft greeting
My heart soars

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Charisma on a Morning Train

Hi bloggers,

The following poem is written for O.S.I. and Carry on Tuesday:

The sun shines with kisses
And the yellow light spells your name
You came in on a morning train
With words that sang of spring

How did you know my life was winter
And my clothes smelled of wood
From long blizzard nights and cabin fever

You have more charisma than a rooster
Who swoons the hens from a hot tin roof
As you whisper in my ear:
Fear not for the future
Weep not for the past

I recite the verses in my heart
Release them as sparrows into the clouds
And they return as bountiful stars
To light my darkest nights

Friday, February 1, 2013

Stare Down

Stare down
Man-made vs. Nature's way
Steel and concrete
A wise, ancient tree
Earth the master
Skyscraper its pupil

Happy Sky Watch

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Subscribe (Nonet)

Hi all,

This poem is written for Sunday Scribblings, and the theme is subscribe.

In shadows she entices his gaze
With rose-colored lips and a wink
Twirls her sky-blue parasol
And bends it in a stream
Which way to the park
Subscribe your thoughts
Only yield
To me

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Rescue (O.S.I)

Princess of the night
Does not seek to be rescued
She rides with the moon
Written for Haiku Heights

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Birds of a Feather

We are two, strong birds
Gliding in the morning breeze
Just drink in the sun