BRIDAL BOUQUET

You covered my hands with beauty you lifted the hopes of my soul while we walked down the altar to pledge myself to my love’s call How nervous our steps were but you covered my hands with beauty concealed the trembling of my bones that a radiant smile eyes would see You witnessed new life

GENERATIONS (for DVerse Poets)

We rise from the ashes of those who fell before us. Their bones frame our days their blood fire the dreams animating our souls. Look! We wear their dignity and their shame which is it? We hold out our hearts in our hands and look for hands to receive them We whisper our thoughts in

A TRYST (for DVerse Poets)

  The children are all abed, now we can have our moment. Make your dirty Martini make sure you have a Margarita for me. Let’s meet each other in the living room couch and cuddle as newlyweds do. I’ll put up my feet right next to yours on the battered coffee table and rest my

WILD TRIP (for DVerse Poets Pub)

My disembodied head spins a whirlwind going nowhere upwards here and there cackling greets my arms pulling it down the harder I try the faster it spirals towards the sky beyond the clouds exalting at the shroud lifting from Eden’s gate Angelic songs serenade its wake A cry rose and peeled my eyes off heaven’s

THE HARVEST (for DVerse Poets’ Pub)

My basket is full of words, from the garden that I tend. They are bitter and sweet, and every flavor in between. I gathered them all, put them on my plate though I don’t really care about how some taste. I do not know how those words grew and thrived another must have planted them

BONSAI

My leaves dance and tease the wind My limbs shelter the weary birds I stand tall against the storm My roots tap the earth’s bosom – but only in my dreams where I can be a tree that need not dream being a tree. In the dark of night, I turn to the stars and

IF I HAVE A RAINBOW

If I have a rainbow I will strip the patina of your shattered love and make you a new man. I will pour rose’s velvet red and drain the scarlet rage from your veins. I will paint over the jealous green of your eyes with the hopeful hues of spring. I will sprinkle sunshine in

MOTHERHOOD

How lovely is that flower, Heaven claims her as its own. Her labor perfumes its gardens Her tears make its pillars tremble for from her bosom springs forth souls shaped by God in His image and likeness to eternity they are bound prisms of grace and beauty doled from the Creator’s hands. Favored are you,

SHORT POEMS FOR DVERSE

He drinks deeply of love – sating his hunger feeding a future, uncertain what tricks could time  play? So, he drinks deeply until he and his beloved are one against time. ~~~ The fall leaf held fast through loneliness, wind, and snow to have one last spring. ~~~~ For this week’s DVERSE Poetics, Shanyn wants

LA DOLCE VITA

There was joy and celebration – She got a visa at last to the land of spaghetti and the Church “Could you please bring this package for Inay*?” friends and sundry asked a favor “My shoe size is 12!” exclaimed her brother Soon her bags were packed chockful of gifts (mostly of native food) in