RESURRECTION

The fairest flow’r of spring has sprung from the earth, where once it was entombed but by miracle had become that fallen seed’s nurturing womb. In the calm of a breaking dawn, the fairest flow’r of spring has sprung to break the curse winter had wrought on the once desolate wasteland. And all the earth

SILHOUETTE

Your silhouette mesmerizes me It goads me to hold your face to turn you toward the light How would you compare to the shadow that bewitched my mind? Should I live with your illusory beauty and find delight in my imaginings or should I risk the truth of revealing light?   Two weeks ago, I

CONTEMPLATION

“Each man is a half-open door leading to a room for everyone.” ~ from Half-Finished Heaven by Tomas Transtromer   To each is given an immortal soul What is man to deserve such grace? He is blessed beyond measure even if he is at a loss with his gift. He considers his world with half-open

SANTA CLAUS OF THE STREETS

Two Sundays ago, my little son and I went for a walk to the city Green to watch the Christmas display. While admiring the gigantic Santa statue, two strangers approached us. The first man was somebody we met earlier on our way to the Green and who expressed pleasure at seeing us again. Meanwhile, I

SERENITY (WPC: Serene)

Laughter sparkles like glass bubbling with champagne until it shatters and dissolves into a pool of tears fragile is the moment quickly feelings turn serenity holds them all together like a mother’s arms holding her child close to her heart The photos may have nothing to do with the poem but somehow, they speak to

CATERPILLAR (Tanka for WPC: Waiting)

Waiting for how long a caterpillar endures darkness of cocoon holding on to the promise imprinted in its essence Magic in due time rewards the patient labor Metamorphosis reveals the inner grandeur honoring humility WPC:  Waiting  

SUNFLOWERS (An Acrostic)

Sunshine in her eyes Unlock the beauty within Never self-seeking or proud is this Flower of a thousand dreams – Love blooming to perfection Offers all of herself Wanting nothing in return Except for Love Radiating through Shadows in her soul. Frank invites folks to write an Acrostic poem for DVERSE PUB’s Meeting the Bar

GOLDEN LIGHT (WPC: Ooh, Shiny!)

The sun, slanting in the horizon, always gives me pause. In the mornings, the rising sun casts mysterious shadows on the ground. In late afternoons, the glowing sunlight in the backyard casts a golden glow on the grass, the wire fence, and the tiny insects buzzing around. When I can, I head out to the

LOSS (for Jilly’s Half-a-poem challenge and WPC: Elemental)

Moon, lost in orbit looking for its sun, I am a gaping silence devouring your memory an altar of your absence   I am participating in Jilly’s Half-a-poem Challenge by writing the first part of a Somonka.   A somonka is a type of Japanese poetry framed in two tankas. It has love as the

FORGOTTEN BETTER DAYS (Jilly’s Half-poem Challenge)

Smoke gathers round the rim of my coffee cup remnants of the skirmish in my untouched bowl of cereal your suitcase sits by the door, the new leather one not the weary worn green canvas with tags from our trip to Paris last summer leaving me with a million Forgotten better days and a badly