The dark clouds did not bring the rain They teased, only to drift away. Thirsty flowers were left wanting to quench their thirst on that humid day. The grasshoppers went on playing The dark clouds did not bring the rain But the ants kept on working building up their pile of summer grain. Why wouldContinue reading “THE DARK CLOUDS DID NOT BRING THE RAIN”
Category Archives: Writings
BUTTERFLY
A caterpillar in its cocoon, so are we in our bodies biding the moment to be a butterfly, free among the flowers silent majesty tender voice of high summer flying into fall an empty cocoon you flew like a butterfly never to return Written for DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Meeting the Bar: Haiku Sequence Prompt EspeciallyContinue reading “BUTTERFLY”
SUMMER
Summers are made of these – butterflies frolicking in the sun zucchini growing on the ground barefoot children playing in the yard swooping on brambles like hungry birds grabbing berries with eager hands popsicles dripping on sweaty chin children dancing under the summer rain Written for DVERSE POETS’ Quadrille prompt: Bramble
TREASURES
My treasures are a visual prayer my eyes delight to see: a garden full of flowers a pocketful of butterflies, flying free; broken seashells smelling of the shore flowered teapots from days of yore cards and notes bearing good wishes faded photos of familiar faces Then, there’s the warmth of sunshine and the freshness ofContinue reading “TREASURES”
WILDFLOWER
Not the queenly rose that rules a garden not the pristine lily that adorns saintly hands not the cheerful sunflower, nor fragrant jasmine but a wildflower, unheralded, unseen, I am. Obscurity is the meadow where I grow The wealth of the earth is my bed I dream beneath the stars’ watchful glow and wake toContinue reading “WILDFLOWER”
ISOLATION
Days fold into each other – amorphous monotony beats within walls. I am the hands of a tuneless clock constantly moving in circles. The outside world is as far as an arm stretched out of the window, so within reach, so out of reach isolation crescendoes – the skies are overcast and grey spring flowersContinue reading “ISOLATION”
BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT
BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT Walk with me beneath the moonlight – We’ll enjoy some moments on our own while the children’s dreams are taking flight – Walk with me beneath the moonlight. We’ll remember when we were alone dreaming of love. In the dark of night walk with me. Beneath the moonlight, we’ll enjoy some momentsContinue reading “BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT”
DUST
The dust that settles on the ground is the dust that marks my forehead, the dust that will be deep beneath some graven mark. From dust, we are formed, to dust, we are restored. Who will remember what was there once when everything that is in the end, is what was? Who will find theContinue reading “DUST”
A POEM
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 vastContinue reading “A POEM”
WAITING
Wake me up when the September moon rises. Kiss my brows with dew and my lips with the fragrance of lilies and, like a young butterfly testing its wings, My eyes will flutter seeing its first light In you, glowing with Autumn’s crimson blush And my heart will quicken at the first stirring of love SingingContinue reading “WAITING”
