SALUTE TO BEAUTY

  If only  I could gather words as one would flowers I would inscribe into these pages spells and enchantments  my pen stops  in mid-air, bowing to beauty greater than its words.   The above poem is an attempt at writing a Sijo poem, a poetic form of Korean origins. According to Poetry Foundation, a

LET MUSIC BE

Touch the music gently. Let the notes descend like mist Crowning a blossom with dewdrops wary of bending a petal with its weight Let music rest like a feather On a bed of tender bluets Each a complement to the other’s spirit Let the melody whisper its own sweet words Touching the heart like a

IN THE WOODS

I dare not breathe lest I disturb the fragile silence cradling the whisper of butterfly wings and the caress of breeze on the water. I tread gently lest I break the silence that lets the squirrels out of their nest to play in the woods or a deer to linger at the forest’s edge. I

MEMORIAL

Tucked in the woods, by an abandoned rural road, a little old cemetery lies.  About fifty weathered gravestones rise from the wildflower and grass-covered ground.  Nobody visits the place.  After all, the most recent gravestone was placed in the early 1900’s. However, when Memorial Day comes, new flags fly in the graveyard, specifically by the

MAY

You bathe me in your showers And drench me in the fragrance of flowers My arms are full of lilac Around my feet, lilies of the valley swirl Like a princess’s ballroom skirt. On the fields,  beds of bluets  glow like pearls in the emerald grass. And my heart exults and rises With the symphony

OUTSIDER

Like a beggar child Looking at the rich folks’ fare I was. An outsider Wanting to belong I shed myself Put on a mask To fit in. From within I watch the world Through the eyes of one who has found Her own home.   For DVerse’s Quadrille prompt: rich

ROBIN

Sing to me of springtime lift up my heart with your song your voice is as sweet as rain falling on a hot summer afternoon. I am lost in the wilderness within sing to me of springtime my weary step will march along until it shakes off its ennui. Lift up my heart with your

TO MY CHILDREN

Your heartbeat changed the rhythm of my world the moment it echoed inside my womb. No other music could be more treasured after the sweetness of the Eternal Word. Like an enchantment dispelling all gloom, your heartbeat changed the rhythm of my world. What joys, what dreams your little heart unfurled in my own, swelling

SPRING FAIRY

I sleep between snowdrops And bathe myself in morning dew I clothe myself with hyacinth And dance beneath a sky so blue. I delight in a robin’s song While in dainty Daffodil’s shade I gather Cherry Blossoms in my breast Before their colors begin to fade. I flit from flower to flower On the soft

DAFFODILS

What is earth mounded like a grave above the daffodils? The weight that turns man to dust wields no power over a seed In the darkness it gathers strength that in time spiking through the earth daffodils assert the victory of life over death. For DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Quadrille #75 prompt – Spike.