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