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 takeContinue reading “MUSINGS”
Author Archives: Imelda
WANDERINGS
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 in place 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 beContinue reading “WANDERINGS”
OCTOBER
-i- Dahlias stand upright against Autumn skieslong 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 cupboardswaiting for the daysteeped in friendship and reminiscence. -iii- Voiceless faces roam the wildernessdrowning in words, seeking truthheavy hearts seek solace in a driftingContinue reading “OCTOBER”
RAIN
LullabiesFrom long agoThe rains sing Tenderlyfalling raindropsSoothe the night Even the starsDim their lightsFor some rest And wakeupTwinkling insidea dewdrop Linking with DVerse’s Open Link Night
TO A HYDRANGEA PAST ITS PRIME
You have lost the vibrance of your huesYour blushing pink, sweet lavender, or sky blueHave long faded into sage green leavingFaint traces of what you once wereHinting of what will be. Veins on your petals writeAll the summer days and all the stormy daysThat deepened your roots. You have changedYou are changingYet in this worldContinue reading “TO A HYDRANGEA PAST ITS PRIME”
SEASONS
Sunflower, bent with age, lets fall her seedsSeptember brought the chill to August’s swelter Summer’s grandeur is on the wane, and ISquirrel away its taste and fragrance Serene is the sunlight filtering through the windowShining on memories Songs and words have forgottenSolitude hovers in the horizon Sparrows dance a merry dance for the seeds inContinue reading “SEASONS”
WHEREVER THE SUNFLOWERS ARE
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.
HAPPINESS
A party of blue jays flew over my headinto the forest, going home for the night I chase happiness flying with fresh wingsand dream of it well into the night I ran here and there until the lights went outSitting by my window, I stared down the night Stars glistened, the half moon smilednightContinue reading “HAPPINESS”
GOLD
I speak of wealth –of golden hearts and golden timeWherever I am is grandeur –golden sunrise, golden grainsgoldenrods, golden shrines I am the magic of August nightswhen fireflies flit aboutIn the gloom of winter nightsI bring hope twinkling from the heights Truly, I am beautyand treasure much desireda desire that need be reinedas old KingContinue reading “GOLD”
BEGINNING
The counters are still emptyThe cold floor is still cleanThe sky is still grey – The furnace wakessputtering and clanging as steam builds up. I set the coffee to percolate flour the counterfor the brioche dough prepared last night to be kneaded and braidedand tucked in the pansfor one final rise. Light spreads on theContinue reading “BEGINNING”
MY WALL 