Thursday, 27 March 2014

Love has its own language

I should speak, but you are quick to the draw

Your face lighted in ardour crimson blush

Your fingers fold words like origami

Palms open & cup, a letter hangs glued 

My hand catches wild roses, unzipping

Our secret signs, never-ending tales

It's not yet spring, but buds are in riot

Spouting honey-gold ears, lavender scents  

When your verses twine my own, cheek to cheek

Our tongues inhale rain drops after the storm

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Blank Verse
and Poets United:   In two or more languages

This is based on my train experience of seeing the couple communicate in sign language.

picture credit here                                     

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

The shades of my name

I learn my name in a dream-wheel

       Two women walk, unconscious of eyes
       that follow their hips & breasts swaying

Beneath my skin & layers of failures, a meaning 

       One woman carries a tray of berries 
       red & flowering, undisguised
       she is unstoppable, the fruit of the season                        

Stirring guts-deep, a faint primitive impulse  

       The other woman is tender, draped of blooms
       blue & evasive, a penumbra under a tree 
       she is on threshold of tasting a seed

Part-sun, part-shadow,  I know her-  



Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Word Challenge by Hedgewitch - Mind & Symbol
"'We are to use at least five of the words from this list drawn from Chapter One of Carl Jung's Man & His Symbols, in your choice of either a poem utilizing a form, in a prose-poem,  or in free verse. " 

Thanks for the visit ~

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Drunk with colors

color me summer


to cheeks



to fingers

 green tea-sipped, sugar-licked

sky dazzles 

drunken blue 

we gaze, without words

as colors drink

our skin

craving for sun's fever

& when you kiss me

rain-dust drenched

i turn 

softer than tulips





Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - We are writing about Holi, Festival of Colors & Love

picture credit:  here 

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Spring's brew

The sun is a flame-shaker
cleaving day into evergreen-windmill

There's fragrance of tulips-honey
& narcissus in warming cinnamon-clouds

The rain sprinkles, a dewy-grower
patting the soil into moist-delirium & seeds-taster

I wear scarlet & my feet snap-escape
into mad twirling dance as bees-pipers

Wrap me close, sheets of lavender, my song-weaver
pour your sweet words into me, i'm your wine-maker

Because today is first spring day
And the brew's heady with your southern-kisses.

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - We are writing kennings - creative word pairings.   Hosted by Bjorn Rudberg.  Thanks for the visit ~

Picture credit:   here

Thursday, 13 March 2014

In the room, blindly

my fingers trace the space 
like braille, their corners slant
in secret language

i shuffle a few steps
there's a scent of dead flowers & warm heated air -
and what is round becomes angular & sharp: 

needles & knots, 
grains unpolished, tiny gaps 
between wood & glass, 
rough painting skein, thick spine of bed 

where you said you love the shape 
of my face, slope of my neck,
texture of my lips-

outside shuttered windows
winter wind whips & howls a thousand
bleating war songs

but all i hear is the ticking clicking seconds
so loud
so loud  

in this room

empty of center & velocity  
                                         - you

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Brian Miller
Picture credit:   here

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Calling the bees & rain

sting & ravish
lilac petals like furious bee

blue the grey sky, honey the chilling air
spring buzzes in your mind

Photography by:  Shanyn


you wake 
me up 
spilling thick 
strokes of liquid 
on my face-
i lean forward
full of want-

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Micro poetry ~ Spring is still a long way from here ~ Thanks for the visit ~

Saturday, 1 March 2014

All red, never invisible

an ink fading
a face blurring
              under boreal whiteness
              this glacial distance

burning no marks, nor one scar
to show a weakness or crack

              i take the sturdy coldness
              of city & people scabbing like knives

i swallow the grey
of sky & opaque long working hours -

              only let me be the words
              that soaks you red & lush

 never invisible, always a wave
 that quenches your hunger & steals 

              your breathing- 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Mary ~

Picture credit:  here