BUTTERFLIES (for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #63 – Magical)

  What magic is in a butterfly That casts a spell on the beholder The moment it flutters by? Would it be the flash of color That cuts through the air, or the silent Grace stirring the stillness of summer? Is it the broken wings that tyrant Age has wrought? So fragile, so strong Flying

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

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

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

WHERE IS HOME? (a Haibun)

The other day, my nephew posted pictures of decorative structures that he and his friends have set up in my old hometown. While the change was aesthetically pleasing, something clicked inside me: Bayanan, my hometown, is gone. Bayanan has changed a lot in the years I have been away. The sleepy barrio is gone, replaced

PATIENCE

See in the caterpillar the butterfly it becomes. See hope wash away despondence. Let children be children becoming their calling. Who’s served when pupae are pushed out of their chrysalis to fly? Grace comes neither too early nor too late but just in time.   ~~~ Linking with DVERSE’s Quadrille prompt.  Kim wants us to

ACADIA IMPRESSIONS

  Roaring Atlantic hammers against ancient rocks splintering like glass Enduring rocks stand holding back the raging sea sculpture in progress Hungry seagulls scream above the roiling waters swooping down for crumbs earth, water, and air playing nature’s symphony tourists stand in awe For  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads’ Weekend Mini Challenge:  At the Seaside

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

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

MUSHROOMS

Mushrooms sprout like Bedouin tents in the cool of an autumn night in varied colors, in varied shapes much to a fairy’s delight. Under the dome of their mushroom home held aloft by one sturdy pole fairies lounge and rest their heads lulled to sleep by a hooting owl. When dawn comes, e’re the sun