Delirious, dauntless and dissolute – this Autumn breeze, brilliant petals
of pink and gold that serve as a backdrop to tousled hair and reddening
contour; reading what I have just written, I now believe that the season
is synonymous, the growing cycle gifts with both ripeness and maturity;
it’s no less than a step towards realizing, recognizing and reclaiming
I am what I have always been – fiery, determined with a purpose of
fulfilling my life’s direction. You say that trees bring their art to the world,
their branches taking root in the sky— but tell me for I understand not, I
have lived so long with rough-barked beauties, so long that I’d hug them
had there not been people flitting around. Do they feel the way we do?
And when the season wraps them in scarlet, do they carry on with hope?
Photo credits: “Traces,” by Mara Light, Pinterest
Lillian hosts at dVerse and asks to write inspired by a line from
“Afterword” by Louise Gluck. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Prosery Monday @ dVerse Poets Pub
Basket of figs is enough to wish upon;
saccharine, swirling dark empty spaces,
do they really exist for us to lose ourselves in?
For the avoidance of doubt
the chords of guitar have marked these fingers,
they are washed all over faded denim
snug, ripped at the knees and hot.
I’d like to think the one you conceal from everyone is visible
to me and my breath only;
stirred, the winter wind continues to blow
now that the leaves from the sugar gum trees have fallen,
they are so proud as though carob skin was their glory
they are instruments meant to cajole the swooping birds;
won’t you listen,
the bluegrass is something of a wonder that beckons
even from a distance.
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Grace is our hostess today at dVerse with another prompt on
synaesthesia, this time on the cross over between music and
color. Come join us! 💝
Posted for MTB: Synesthesia @ dVerse Poets Pub
They say only the south wind flattens grass;
blows through with a force, a song so confidently sung
as easy as summer daydreams—
won’t you take a moment and hear what it has to say?
I have always loved the wind;
loved the way its giddy currents flow through woodland canopies
of how it can soothe those who can sense,
there are times when I can feel it within, the push and swirl
that stirring to show what is solidly there—
the myriad hues of new beginnings are punctuated
in shafts of pink light
one need only open their eyes and see;
the wind instills the willingness to lay bare one’s heart and soul
despite the chance that both could end up sliced to ribbons.
Photo credits: Boreas – John William Waterhouse Painting, Pinterest
Sarah is our hostess at dVerse where she invites us to pick a line
from “Surfacing,” by Kathleen Jamie and use it as inspiration.
Come join us! 💝
Posted for Poetics: Travels in the Wild @dVerse Poets Pub
Wisps of silver grey smoke curl
their way through the room
as though anxious to escape the mouths
of perpetrators— is this what it means to abide by?
I attempt to billow in dense clouds of conversation
in the hallway.
Photo credits: Fabian Perez Painting, Pinterest
Lisa is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “abide.”
Come join us! 💝
Posted for Quadrille #117 @ dVerse Poets Pub
Whisper to me now;
always onward, always toward the flow of destiny.
Breaking deliciously off the trees is despair,
specks of mahogany, berry red and brown curl around the edge,
I am untamed,
my subconscious unfrosted unlike leaves at the mercy
of upcoming winter—
tell me, how does one translate emotion?
blushingly see the art of forming words in the shape of mouth—
it is the common failing of human mind,
a malady of sorts
where it continues to undermine, to underestimate itself;
be gone awhile,
I am heeding to the voice of unapologetic empowerment
that’s sounding from the rooftop.
Photo credits: Fabian Perez 1967, Pinterest
“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound
my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”―
Join me as I host Open Link Night – LIVE event at dVerse this
Thursday on Thanksgiving 💝
Posted for Open Link #279 – Live Edition @ dVerse Poets Pub
Being unfamiliar with the sky that surrounds, I shied away from it,
leaves, these leaves are a sole witness to the hues in me; why is it
that we are constantly shoved away from the child in us? The narrowing
streets, I am reminded of poetry by Frost during times like these, soon
the foliage around will alter from gold to brown – I have imagined them
like a garish quilt over the ground, perhaps if I saw them, I would write
verses half as brilliant as the ones before me.
We are constantly told to be different, to be bold, part of me wants to
breathe and close my eyes, perhaps observe the trees caught between
beauty and solemn earthy tones; we are so obsessed in keeping up with
the pace of the world that we forget to appreciate the small things, the
leaves have much to say about taking a more confident lead each day.
With footsteps forward
my dreams of soaring with gulls
will I remember?
Photo credits: Pinterest
Kim is our hostess at dVerse where shes invites to write
about a time when you last watched stars, a storm, the
ea, an animal, or something else in nature that left you
with a sense of wonder or awe. Come join us! 💝
Posted for Haibun Monday: Being but Human @ dVerse Poets Pub