Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Stormy nights

missed turn

third chances

unexpected rain

spilled milk 

burnt toast 

rejection letter 

unanswered prayer

miscalculated step 


unpared dream

rough edges

turbulent waves

stormy nights  

unfinished us 



i am thankful too





Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night - every Tuesday at 3pm EST.
Hosted by Brian Miller.   Please join the party ~ 

Just a short poem from me.   Thanks for the visit ~picture credit:   here

Sunday, 27 November 2011

November days




the 11th hour is near
silver cloudy sky, bare forlorn trees 
fallen topaz leaves on auburn ground 

she lingers 
haunted by memories draping her white wrap  
unaccepting of winter's breath on horizon 

she listens
music strains of spring's dances 
violin strings plucking her autumn's soul

still, she hopes 
clutching painting of chrysanthemums,   
basket of wine and bread, eternal love, he said

the whistling train is calling 
almost the end of long journey, near the last pages 
riveted to pulsing words, capturing imagination

he pauses.... beguiled by her serene smile,  
an unturned page, November days framed,  


forget her, he could not      




Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic - November, change, winter, hope.   
For this prompt, I have used symbols and meaning for the month of November.
Though cooler now, we are experiencing a relatively "warm" November.   No sign of snow yet.  
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   OpenLinkNight


picture credit:   http://cristania.tumblr.com/post/12245366056
Source:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Muse

growing 
itch in my hand
tingling spark 
                   along 
                          spine

ignoring  
unbearable clicking,
slowly
          strangling 
                        throat 


until i feel like  
hollowed well,
dirt on 
          spitted 
                     ground   

one cold night,
i run until 
forest trees   
                strip 
                       bearings


sharp tongues of crows
bite pale lips  


pointed claws of tiger 
scrape smooth skin 


bare and free, 
fire in my belly,
spilling
          guts  
                 blank page   







Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Wild hosted by Mark Kerstetter.  I enjoy writing under "another face", and letting my muse have a "run".  Writing balances my life as my job is analytical and very technical.  If I don't write, I think I will go crazy like the animals in the zoo.      

picture credit:   here

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Thank you


no hummingbirds nor

red roses garden outside
my glass window

no blue oceans nor
colourful Christmas parade
my street  

no turkey laden feast nor
polished silverware set
my table

   but my heart is full    
blessings from
friends and family

days, bold & exciting
nights, young & passionate

with grateful heart

thank you for inspiring me






Posted for:  D'Verse Poets Pub - Giving Thanks hosted by Brian Miller.   
Flash Fiction Friday - For the G-man.   Shared with Imaginary Toads with Real Garden.
Our Canadian Thanksgiving was last month.   But I wish my US friends and readers a Happy Thanksgiving.  


Also Thank You to everyone leaving encouraging comments, and giving me "awards".   I have created a page, Compliments From Friends, to show my appreciation.  

Monday, 21 November 2011

Mad adventure

coral-crushed grains of sand
soft as your open palms, waiting 

hesitantly i dip my toes into cool water
curious, then diving in full measure

azure waves ripple, dance against 
quiet afternoon legs, broken by

whispering sea shells, scuttling crabs,
lingering seaweeds, cries of seagulls

invigorated  by the sea swim,
i climb on your broad shoulders

pondering the briny depths for maps, 
compass points, shallow footprints  

till we see the swish tail of dolphins
racing furiously to kiss setting sun  

mad adventure,  gut-spilling leaps 
electrifying sprays unto our faces     

waving and laughing, we hold hands 
excited to begin our journey 







Posted for  Imaginary Garden with real toads - OpenLinkNight - every Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday starting 3pm EST


Sharing a memory of this scene ~   I am thankful for all the "mad adventures".      
Happy Thanksgiving to my US readers and friends.


picture credit:   here

Saturday, 19 November 2011

Warm breath

sweaty palms, though autumn
as i concentrate on cues


signalling intention, i feel 
your warm breath on my skin


your sun-streaked cheeks, sky blue 
smile dazzles, but i was too intent


keeping my eyes fixed  
on your wide open arms


missing a mid waist turn or
skipping yellow broken lines   


would not do; no you want 
to keep me on my toes, curled 


and pining for you, beguiled
by rolling hills and unfastened bows


harder, i press to feel your 
hands stroking my thighs, 


your fullness and promise on my tongue 
kindred soul, how can i resist you ? 


tower lights by a thousands
chase you 
in smoggy 10 lane freeway 


but i see 


your fire-lit eyes steady on me     


as i drive home  










Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Changes hosted by Sheila Moore.   I have actually shared a recent big change in my life here but I thought of posting another write about driving to and from my office.   I see the sun rising on my way to work, and sun setting on my way home. I welcome change and challenges in my life  ~

Friday, 18 November 2011

Gentle night

i inhale your tender sighs
warming my soft breasts

i savor the slow beat
flickering candle lights

i listen to silky cadence
enveloped in your ardent arms




our hands grasp firmly
sea of our passion

cherishing breadth and
fullness of precious time

gentle is the night
when we celebrate us




Shared with The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic 14:  What I am thankful for in my life.   I am thankful for the quiet moments with my family.  

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Soaring




i pierce 

an arrow 

sky of red apples  

i paint  

shades of black

and white

along

tempest rivers,

ice- capped mountains

i admire      

hands that hold quill

words more potent than

lover’s kiss

i dream

tap dancing

with lusty full moon 

nights velvety smooth

delicate ivory, I soar

until breathless

I fall on  

your arms 



Author's Note:   Posted for: Poets United - Thursday Think Tank:   You and Yourself.
And Flash Fiction Friday - Post a story in 55 words. For G-Man.    


Something new about me is that I have traded my easy-near-at-home work, for a more challenging job in the heart of the city.  I am driving the freeway morning and afternoon, by myself (I used to be a weekend driver), and tackling a totally new job.   I am not young anymore (in terms of years) but the fire is still with me.   The only downside to this development is my time for writing.  I have not been able to write as much as I can, and visit your blog as often as I used to.  


Thanks for your visit.  I appreciate all your comments.

Picture credit:   here

Monday, 14 November 2011

What if



life is
not just 
two       sides
yes            no
black     white
  but         also 
maybe, 
what if,
if this is,  
just because,
just a little, 
not quite,
not really,
almost there,
not so there,

negotiable  

wiggle room

grainy ash

most
of
the
time






Author's Note:   This is my insight after undergoing almost 3 weeks of training for my new job.  Ironically I have to learn the rules, to know how to bend them, depending on circumstances.   


Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Night - Monday.
D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Doors open every Tuesday at 3pm EST.    

Saturday, 12 November 2011

Something fishy

Headstrong arms lift him 

amidst the sea foam, I see

a hunk of a man for me

alas, i don't want him to smell something fishy   

hiding intentions beneath silky mermaid tresses,        

i plead with greedy witch 

to gift me with two long gorgeous tentacles

humans call them legs, I believe  

in exchange for my dulcet voice 

i agreed

does it really  make a difference ?

after all, swaying hips


will persuade 

better than words. 


i will let my legs do all the 


smooth talking for me.

My sea nymph sisters were right:


to bait your man, 


shut up,

and use a good pair of

fishnet stockings 











Author's Note:   Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  Prompt is Un-Fairy Tale:   Ariel, the Mermaid.
And D'verse-Poets Pubs - Poetics:   What did you call me.  The prompt is on the use of idioms.  Hosted by Brian Miller


Just a fun post from me.  Happy weekend !


picture credit:  cristania@tumblr.com

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Her arrival


anxiously

they await 
craning necks
for slightest clue
of her arrival

her icy breath
raising goose bumps

her cold stare
freezing warm intentions

feared yet admired
she is dazzling with her
fierce ardor

she would rather be
cool character than
a forgettable slip of a girl

here she comes now

ivory veil, long white gown









Posted for Poets United:   Prompt is Winter, and Flash fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, joining you today.


picture credit:   http://visioluxus.tumblr.com/post/716170748/cloud

Monday, 7 November 2011

The ride

i wait for the lightning
to strike me as i walk
lobby for our rendezvous


but nothing; you are there
appointed time, waiting for me
my legs didn't protest too as


we ride rented convertible
dark tinted windows, smooth
sailing, no one stopping us


no questions asked, we
both know where we are
going, loot stashed in boot


as you close the door, and start
kissing me, i thought the suite will go up
in flames, like in Hell (a fable I was told)


but nothing; so we continue stroking,
grabbing as much skin, hair as we
can for now, until next three hours


skewtering sweet words until
we are riding along waves  
built on a stack of playing cards


real or imagined cues, we brew
until smoke fills feathery suite, stinging
my eyes could not tell anymore


if tic on your left cheek is for real
or just a figment of my imagination.


are you giving me another ride?








Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic:   Feathers, Fidelity, Figment, Fables 
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Every Tuesday at 3 pm
and The imaginary garden with real toads - OpenLinkNight - Monday 


This is my roundabout way of talking about choices and honesty using the prompts from The Gooseberry Garden.    


picture credit:  gildam.tumblr.com

Saturday, 5 November 2011

More than a face



so you  think you know me well
just because you know my name
or maybe you see the color of
hair and skin, shape of my eyes


so you think you know me true
just because you know where i live,
work and eat or maybe you see my
shoes, clothes and music i listen to


but i am more than just a face, 
my lips are bolder than blood red, 
often times my thoughts are dark,  
bluer than my violet eyes; my dreams 
brighter than biggest yellow star; 


for i am more than just one colour,
one label, one adjective to fit 
your bag of expectations; i am
full of contradictions, i admit  




woman, you say




yep, that's me 




Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Poetics - Play with color hosted by Victoria.
I chose a beautiful work of an artist, Nielly Francoise. (see link).


Shared with Poets United :   Poetry Pantry


picture credit:   http://www.behance.net/NIELL (here

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Clinging to you




kiss me anew, here
before the last maple leaf
falls, and first snowflake
wets my pale lips, stilling time 
twisted in salty drenched arms 

hurl me anew, here
before the last rose petal
dips, and first winter 
drop caresses my bare hips
unfolding, clinging to you  



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Form for All - Man’yoshu Poetry – Hosted today by Jane Kohut-Bartels (Lady Nyo)The challenge is to write the Somon category of  Man’yoshu Japanese Poetry. In this category, the tanka style poems refer to love and longing. 
and Poetry United: Thursday Think Tank - Waning days of Fall


picture credit:  http://littlepawz.tumblr.com/

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Day of the Dead

Beneath the moon’s sinister smile
A long shadow moves purposely
Behind the skull-crossed tombstones
Empty now of mourners, revelers

Leaving marigolds, candles, and bread
Baked for offering to departed souls
Prayers by incense-stained hands to atone
Sins of the dead, hollowed in fiery dust   

Scroundel he is not, as he marks
Each sculptured altar, as in a measure
Of gold and silver coins in his pocket
Purification of souls is his business.




"As the veil between the worlds of life and death is thin on this night, we take this time to remember our beloved dead."


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.   Doors open starting Tuesday 3pm EST.   see you there ~


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead