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 King

UPSIDE DOWN

  I live in the upside down- where going up is going down Cacophony is music and ordered notes a blow to forbearance. The mouth walks the man with swagger impressing the untrained eye. Instinct is blood fueling life follow the happy course but Reason kills the man. Self is king of a windowless room

WINTER BLUES

I surely have no love lost for winter. The freezing days discourage outdoor fun and leave me some bored and restless children whose yelling make me yell even louder. Often, I find myself checking the weather, hoping the day would bring the warmer sun. I pray the long nights do not get me undone while

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

Regret looks backward, wishing nothing more than to undo what has been said and done, to choose with eyes the years have made wiser if placed before the same crossroads again. What difference could a second have made? What destiny could a moment have unfurled? But time flows onwards sweeping in its tides the paths

DECEMBER FLOWERS

Wintry winds may blow and heavily the snow showers in threadbare petals stand tall these December flowers. Like ancient calligraphy, stripped limbs rise to the skies painting prayers; below, the earth shows December flowers. How bleak the landscape, the cold is heavy in the heart Contemplative eyes focus on December flowers. When time has stripped

ANTICIPATION

One day, flowers will bloom again and I will cup their velvety petals like treasures in my hands One day, birds will sing again and my heart will beat in harmony with their song One day, the sun will be warm again and the earth and rivers will wake and the air will burst with

WHAT IF THERE WERE TWO MOONS

What if there were two moons orbiting the earth mirroring each other’s motion? Will it be twice the magic of soft moonbeams kissing one’s skin twice the sighs twice the dreams whispered on moonlit nights? I see twice the trouble not so unlike a mother and father always on collission each gravitating for attention swaying

BEAUTY

Beauty escapes the words I have refusing to be pinned down and reduced to black ink on paper. Foolish am I to think my poem can paint the soaring trill of sparrows greeting the sun. My senses embrace what they perceive and I exalt. ~~~~~~~ DVERSE POETS’ Quadrille prompt – Poem Mundane Monday Challenge 145

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

PAPER BOAT

Sail away, little paper boat to the world of possibilities where existence beholds its dreams. Bring back tidings of what you see. For little feet which can’t yet go far Sail away, little paper boat Let the winds of wide-eyed wonder and innocence keep your sails afloat Puddles glisten on sodden ground beg children launch