POETICS: IT’S TEMPTING

ENVY I see friends posing by the Eiffel Tower or admiring the ruins of Angkor Wat when their heels aren’t pounding the halls of pow’r. They meet for coffee, enjoy their chit-chat spend some time shopping for designer clothes when they are not writing their legal drafts. I could have been like them. Oh, my

MOTHERS

Visions play before my eyes like a movie hale and brimstone of the mother kind a hurting child, crying alone wanting food, and shelter, the comforts of home a sick little one, without a mother’s care or one flattened by a bullet coming from nowhere I did not ask, but their terror is mine in

I AM LOVELIEST IN MAY

I am loveliest in May when dandelions adorn the paths I take and birdsongs serenade my every step. I am loveliest in May when trees unfurl  their filigreed leaves and blossoms wear  their finest clothes for my sake. I am loveliest in May when the bees bring praises to my ears and fragrant whispers fill

FORM FOR ALL: SIJO (From Out of Asia)

NOSTALGIA The slanting sun transported me to my home from long ago I recognized not the place nor the familiar faces What was will never again be – time has made a stranger of me. ~~~~~ It’s all about SIJO  over at the DVERSE Poets’ Pub.  SIJO is traditional Korean poetry that has three lines,

MAN AND WOMAN

Man and woman talk to each other not comprehending a word that’s said. She wants him to understand her. He marvels at her stubborn head. Not comprehending a word that’s said they contemplate the other with distrust. He marvels at her stubborn head how fascinating it was in the past. They contemplate the other with

THE LONE DAFFODIL

The lone daffodil sat in a corner of our garden that gets no sun yet it does what daffodils do bob its head, smile as only daffodils can is it sad to be all alone, sorry for its lot? I guess we’ll never know, each spring it comes back and does what it has  to

WILD WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: OVERLOOKED

The alchemist’s orb sinking in the horizon leaves a  golden path. Road always taken though familiar as one’s hands has its enchantment. ~~~~~~~ The pictures where taken from our backyard as the sun was setting. The glow of the sun imparted its light on the familiar things under my feet and made them a little

POETICS: THE ANECDOTE

PUPPY LOVE She was on the cusp of womanhood awaking to the magic of young love which she thought she could have if not for an overly protective father her own personality or appearance besides. There was a young man who lived next door She wanted to have his attention and some more She waited

CONTENTMENT

Be thankful for your work Thank me that I make you work Have you forgotten or, in case you don’t know ‘work ennobles man’ So I learned from my Philosophy class. Isn’t it true – You feel you have achieved something after polishing the floors or pressing my clothes or preparing my meals. Don’t you?

ONCE

Snow falls outside I watch from behind a window sheltering me inside a house sealed shut like a vaccum. Hard it is to believe that once upon a time I lived in a house where polka dot sunbeams filtered through rusted tin roof from where rainwater dripped straight to a cooking pot set on a