BROKEN (a Quadrille)


Dreams exploding
like detonated bombs - 
that's the sound of our prayer.
Tears cannot fall fast enough
to drown our pains - 
could they be the rain
coaxing kindness to life
or the glue patching broken 
pieces with gold.
We are wounded
and we soldier on.


For DVerse Poets’ Quadrille prompt – Sound

The photo above is a picture of my sister-in-law's sculpture, a group of exploded heads, that sits in one corner of my in-laws' garden. I have long been intrigued by its theme. After I have written this piece which was inspired by current events (in London, in Marawi City, Philippines - my home country, among others recently hit by terror), I thought that my SIL's work fit the theme.

ADRIFT

A leaf, adrift
goes where the wind blows
floats where the river flows
where it stops
where it goes
it doesn't have a say
it no longer grows
it no longer cares
whether the sun shines
or whether it rains
it only obeys
a little leaf, adrift
ripples in the currents.

DAILY POST:  ADRIFT


Friends, especially those of you who enjoy good and makes-you-think kind of poetry, you may wish to visit JohnCoyote’s poetry page. 🙂 Enjoy his words.

LEAVENED BREAD

 


Sugar comes back to our kitchen on Holy Saturdays after a forty day absence. It feeds the yeast that leavens the dough for our favorite Easter treat, Philadelphia Sticky Buns. My husband carefully kneads the rising dough and leaves it on a covered bowl to double. Then it will be kneaded again preparatory to a second rising.

While the dough rises, my husband prepares a bed of chopped pecans, corn syrup, and brown sugar in a pan to receive the sticky bun coils. When the dough is ready, our children fight over who will help their Daddy cut and roll the dough into little buns. Each will have a turn, each one’s concentration broken either by daddy’s admonition to put the  bun right side up in the pan or by a child asking, “Is this alright, Daddy?” Soon the pan fills up with dough rolls  distinguished by the age and skill of the hands that shaped them. After awhile,   the aroma of baking bread, caramelizing sugar, and roasting pecans wafts out of the oven and fills every corner of our home.

A season to bloom
the garden yielding its fruits
heading to winter.

For Dverse Poets Haibun Monday:  From the Kitchen of Poets

THE FLOWERS OF SPRING

 

Magnolias paint grandeur on the April skies
and lilacs lend their sweetness to the spring air
as cherry blossoms unfurl their silken shade
only to rain blushing kisses everywhere
Apple blossoms secrete the flavors of fall
but Dogwoods with their blood-tipped petals recall
His journey from the cross to resurrection.

 

daily post:  PINK

DVerse Poets’ Pub LIST Poem prompt 

THE ART OF LOVE

Love casts out fear, it has been said
but I have never been as scared
as when I loved and gave my heart
to love's power and to its art.
To what folly have I been ensnared?

Alone, I fly free, as a bird
leading its wings to paths it dared
fly, with no one to lose or hurt.
Love casts out fear -

in soothing tones, it calls, I learned
and followed where my soul love steered - 
a full life seen from all its parts
as its Maker had planned.  His art,
Love, casts out fear.


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Written for PAD Challenge - Day 3 - "_____________ of Love"
Linking with DVERSE OPEN LINK NIGHT

An attempt at writing a Rondeau.

SPRING DEER

He did not know what he was doing.
His brain was addled from the long winter - 
there was no more food in his part of the woods
His coat was getting dull
It was a matter of survival -
stealing into the orchard
to nibble at the blueberry  buds
just before the sun peeked in the horizon.
He was careful to stay hidden
behind the trunk of the big mulberry;
He had already made the owner quite angry
by his intrusions.
He was going to run
across the mounds of snow
just as he used to
    but he was 
    so hungry

         so hungry

             he had to eat

	         and 

                     eat 

		as much 

		as he 
			could eat.

he did not hear
     the house door creak

or 
     the shotgun's squeak

he did not heed
his sprinting herd

but he did 
feel
the   kiss 

of 

        lethal 
                    steel.


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For DVerse Poets' Anthropomorphism prompt by Lillian.

MAGNOLIA


My beauty lasts but a short time
and all I have, to you I give -
     My velvet blooms, capture in rhyme
     My beauty lasts but a short time
Before rains make my death knells chime
     I hope I lived my cause to live
My beauty lasts but a short time
and all I have, to you I give.


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For dVerse's POetics:  From Nature's Point of View