Wherever the sunflowers are is summer
calling the butterflies to feast and the gold finch to sing
Wherever the sunflowers are is cheer
neither night nor stormy days could dim
Guileless faces, untouched by care,
in their heart is the certitude
the sun is always there.
A flower of the midnight garden,
I am cocooned in dreams and lullabies.
My petals are words opening to the moon
(aching to be born) –
The solitude of night is home,
The silence is sweetness welling
anointing me with its perfume.
Here I am, a thought, a bud
waiting to be
beneath the vast expanse of galaxies.
I am mist that rises
when daybreak comes.
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Ah, it’s been a while.
I walk barefoot on the grass my homage to summer creature meets creature in the intimacy of touch I cup my hands around the stars constellations danced My spirit soared, my feet kept step with the night one by one, the fireflies' light burnt out ***** Linking with DVERSE OPEN LINK NIGHT
In August, the rain takes a break and gallivants
all over the world, gathering vapor
to complete itself
the yellowed grass sometimes sways in the breeze
like a satellite checking out the weather
ah, poor Zinnia could only bow her head
praying earnestly for a drop of water
while I sit in the shade -
helpless -
while I am squeezed
of all bits of moisture
Sometimes the skies tease
with grey clouds and the rumble of thunder
hope, like hot air, rises
only to dry up -
forecast rain is all fake news
still the garden waits
with baked earth and fat zucchini for her honored guest
A tongue-in-cheek piece inspired by DVERSE POETS' Poetics Prompt - Sometimes August Isn't Recognized - and linked with Open Link Night
Your name was carved in my heart
Long before I fell in love
Its sound rolled as velvet in my tongue
Its form gave art to my hand.
And yet, and yet no one knew
About this spell that turns my day
From gloom to magic in a breath
This secret I buried, deep within,
Lest thoughtless ears spirit it away
Leaving myself exposed
To heartbreak and disdain.
How long can passion be suppressed
Until its steam rises to the surface and overflows
My lips shaped the contours of your name
and engraved them in the air
that wherever the wind blows
my love will be there.
The days become a giant clock and I,
its moving hand, marking the hour
remembering the time, the same as
what is gone, the same
as what is to come. Days, hours
minutes fold into each other
indistinguishable. Perhaps, it is
all a trick of the mind – the walls
preserve life, the walls take away
life. Outside is as far as an arm stretched out
of the window, so within reach, so out of reach
are all those things I took for granted
in my solitude, everything has meaning
and everything means nothing.
Life seems a dream –
Am I awake or am I sleeping?
No more are the violins playing
no more music float in the air
Silence is descending
and here I am.
Alone.
Why do my hands have thorns instead of a song?
my shoulders sag in the weight of memory
Those what-could-have-beens -
If I only could set them in a tune -
could be real
Set into song
Too many doors open
the melody gets lost in the illusions.
Clouds gather, lights fade out
The plaintive voice of night enchants
these shiftless thoughts
and leave them lonelier than before.
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Just a random poem written on a rather lazy afternoon.
-i-
Dahlias stand upright against Autumn skies
long after the sunflowers have fallen;
Flowers have turned to fruits,
empty spaces grow in the garden.
-ii-
Flowered teapots speak of happy days,
sit pretty in the cupboards
waiting for the day
steeped in friendship and reminiscence.
-iii-
Voiceless faces roam the wilderness
drowning in words, seeking truth
heavy hearts seek solace in a drifting leaf
their shadows disappear in the mist
-iv-
weary feet trace the path of meditation
beneath the weight of silence
they go in circles
seeking answers to unknown questions
-v-
My heart blooms pink on this October morn
awash with blush in the horizon
The sun rises -
even when the night seemed endless.
Here’s hoping that this piece meets the bar with Dverse’s Poets’ Cadralor poetry form prompt.
Lullabies
From long ago
The rains sing
Tenderly
falling raindrops
Soothe the night
Even the stars
Dim their lights
For some rest
And wakeup
Twinkling inside
a dewdrop
Linking with DVerse’s Open Link Night
You have lost the vibrance of your hues
Your blushing pink, sweet lavender, or sky blue
Have long faded into sage green leaving
Faint traces of what you once were
Hinting of what will be.
Veins on your petals write
All the summer days and all the stormy days
That deepened your roots.
You have changed
You are changing
Yet in this world of mist and ashes
You are beautiful –
Always.
Sunflower, bent with age, lets fall her seeds
September brought the chill to August’s swelter
Summer’s grandeur is on the wane, and I
Squirrel away its taste and fragrance
Serene is the sunlight filtering through the window
Shining on memories
Songs and words have forgotten
Solitude hovers in the horizon
Sparrows dance a merry dance for the seeds in abundance
Southward flies the migrants
Steel shovel makes holes for the mums
Spring will surprise with what returns
MY WALL 