AWAKENING (WPC: It’s Easy to be Green)

The hour of darkness has passed.

Here I stand, bruised and shaken

but whole. I have remained true

to who I am, even when

the temptation to give up

was most strong. I have not done

great things. I have not changed this

world. My glory is passing down

 the life I have  been given.

WPC:   It IS Easy Being Green

dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night 192


It is a kiss
like no other –
tender –
that began
when your eyes lit up
when you saw mine
across the room
and you came to me
as though you’re drowning
in need of air.
Your lips met mine
like a butterfly
landing on a flower.
No words capture
the spell
binding us even more
nor the wish
that such moments
stretch to forever





This fall, our backyard brought us a wonderful surprise: mushrooms! In the previous years, we only had about a few mushrooms. But this year, they were literally covering a good chunk of our backyard. They grew in clusters, and sometimes, one on top of another and another.  Here I thought that they grew like umbrellas planted on a beach.  I wonder what change in weather or soil condition caused this abundance of wild mushrooms. I had to walk carefully in the affected area of the yard so that I would not step on a mushroom.
While I marveled at these fungi, I only wished I knew how to identify the edible ones. I heard that wild mushrooms can be so tasty and it would be a lot of fun to pick our own (and right in our backyard at that).

Since neither my husband and I knew a thing about fungi apart from the ones we get from the stores, I left the mushrooms alone. In time, they rotted and oh! what a smell they emitted. I blame the ugly smell for a mild allergic reaction.

The yard is clear of them now.  The frost killed the last of the mushrooms.  Having them around sure made an interesting fall landscape.

WPC:  Chaos


I flew to the stars
shared the vacuum
that's their space - 
chaos bothered me.

I ran to the woods
lost the world among the trees - 
the rustling leaves
brought the world's cries to me.

I rushed to the battlefields
muzzled the guns
stopped the wars
healed some wounds
dried some tears 
still - 
peace eluded me.

I look for peace 
in the crowd
and in the silence 
of a prayer -
the disquiet within
clang in my soul.

For:  WPC:  Quest
Dverse Poets' Pub:  Open Link Night



Away from the monitors of television and computers, a child discovers the joys of interacting with nature.

Here, my son (and the other children with him) enjoyed the ducks and the ducklings swimming in the lake. He had a lot of fun feeding the ducks chips from his snack bag while he himself had some snacks and soda.




I rarely go walking. I find it burdensome to walk around town with children in tow. Half the time, I am dodging traffic and the other half, keeping rowdy children safe. There is no time to stop and enjoy the scenery, if there is any. I cannot walk at my own pace.

But we are presently in Maine visiting relatives. Where we are are woods and the quiet of a rural life. I have often lamented how I have not seen much of the area, much less of Maine, while we are visiting. Most of the time, I am stuck indoors caring for a young child while the rest of the family play and do errands in the yard or better yet in the nearest town. Sightseeing is a rarer than rare event because most of our vacation time is dedicated to house maintenance and other projects that my in-laws had set aside for my husband to do or help with.


But mornings have been different lately. My baby is old enough to be left in the care of my husband without him starving to death because Mama is not around to nurse him. On many other mornings, I have seen the sun filter through trees, ravens caw on the branches, wild turkey roam in the yard. I wanted a piece of the action. I wanted to chance to be outdoors, have some quiet time, before the rest of the family get busy.

“Take care of the baby, will you?” I asked my husband one morning while I gathered my camera. Then, I dashed off into the dewy grass towards the path to the woods. I came to a mossy patch of ground, looked down, and saw a couple of toadstools that had just peeked out of the ground along with slug-eaten mushrooms.  I heard a squawking in the distance and had a glimpse of a family of wild turkey  in the nearby graveyard.  I tried to chase them but they quickly disappeared behind the trees. I paused under the trees and admired the sun filtering through the pine needles.



Soon, I was following the long abandoned Old Town Farm Road, so named for the farm that the village had once set aside for its poorer residents. I walked mindful of the loose rocks on the ground, listening to the chirping of birds inside the forest, savoring the cool touch of breeze on my skin. A rustle in the woods startled me. I looked around and saw a tiny chipmunk peering at me at promptly skittering behind tree roots when I raised my camera for a picture.



Walking alone was a bit unnerving. I did not know what would meet me as I went along. Would there be a menacing bear, or a moose, or a murderer on the loose? Nobody would hear me if I screamed. I continued anyway hoping I would chance upon some wildlife, perhaps a deer, standing at the edge of the woods. After all, they have often visited my in-laws backyard and left a trail of destruction.


I followed the hilly road, mindful of the loose rocks covering the path. After a mile and a half or so of walking, I reached the end of the road atop a hill full of goldenrods, brown-eyed susans, and white daisies, among others, growing among the trees and wild bush. The sun was still low enough to cast shadows on the grass and on the ground. I wondered if I would go inside the meadow and thought of the deer ticks that could be on the grass.


wildflowers and bug

Alas, no deer crossed my path,   there was no scary bear either.   However, I noticed a bunny concealed in the shadow of the tall grass and did get a quick shot of it before it became aware of me and hopped away.  There were no butterflies but there were other winged insects feasting on the nectar of the wildflowers. There was the sky, the breeze, and the morning bathing me in silence and a sense of well-being.  There was myself.


Soon the hill was bathe in sunlight and my stomach said I was hungry. So I began the trek back home ready for the day.


WPC:  Morning





In Roger Williams Zoo in Providence, RI is an exhibit dedicated to Marco Polo’s adventures.  A prototype of the ship that he used for his voyages was on exhibit.  I do not know how accurately it represented thee ship.  If it did, then the cargo hold of the ship would have been too narrow and small ship  for all the loot that Marco Polo had to bring back to his king.  If the actual ship was bigger,  would it have been big enough to contain all of the riches that Marco Polo laid his eyes on?

“Stored below, you can see some of the spices, fabrics, and other treasures Marco Polo collected on his journey,” so says the notice on the wall.

the endless ocean

always big enough to hold

avarice’s excess

WPC:  Narrow