You carry silver stars in your hair I love the feel of your hair on my fingers bare I see the whole universe in the depth of your eyes You leave me breathless, my soul soars to the skies. Your skin radiant like sunlight on meadow Where I bask in the warmth of your inherent glow. Your smile, the charisma of a promise untold Sparking the air like sparkling gold. Your voice soft in its gentleness Falling like whisper upon my skin Leaving my senses on a roller coaster spin. Your quill spins a spell A spelling from the soul The embrace of imagination In the creation of poetry. # Lyric
Idiolect
Somewhere
Between
The silence
And the pause
I try to find the words
I write a love letter to Cupid
My
Syllables
All
Wrong.
Poet And Muse
I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette…
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories…crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy’s champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill…
Magnolia Reveries
Alphabets become jeweled figurines
Like studded stars drip-dropping
Sparkling confetti on a magnolia vignette...
I sit in quiet solitude breathing in the solace of sepia memories...crocheting a borealis in my solstice day
Syllables of Monet hues flame
A potpourri of poesies
Galaxy's champagne
Serenades my rosette fire
Kaleidoscopic eloquence
Needling a mantle of chrome waltzes
A phonographic euphoria
Etching a musky interlude
Of shared tears
Radiating scarlet of an Amaryllis quill...
Along Came A Spider
Along came a spider An eight legged rider. In her web, I espied a fly Other insects came to say goodbye. The spider's sting operation Causing pain sensation. Spidey's silken seduction Makes no cause for affection. An intrepid with her labyrinth Her stealth is her fingerprint. She never trips in her net Her web is her bayonet. She walks and stalks a silky trail Rigging a web to catch the frail. Spiders are seen and never heard They wield a most unlikely sword.
Poetry: The perfect noun
If I had wings to fly I would go to the scarlet moon On the wings of a diamond night Trying to live again Because the poet in me cannot die I would go in search of my muse I would go in search of eternity.. Under an ancient sky That spills the sun in my hair Wildflowers in my eyes Poetry on my lips When the wind sings on my skin Broken heartstrings kindle a lilt Clouds weep into the blue My soul goes sleepless As the moon and sun wake together Feeding my soul with ink In a silence that goes ballistic A quill that needs to be tranquilized I idolize thoughts that spring From poetry.. My mind stops hurting I crash my hourglass..
Moonbeams dance
moonbeams dance on my pillow this unknown summer night venus blooms like cereus in an ebony sky a hushed wind carries My dreams to you I pick up my pen...
At Night
At night
Blind in the darkness—
So many reasons to sleep
Deforestation
Deforestation—
I search the internet
For birdsong.
A Maiden Sally
She sits pensive, this maiden fair
In solitude, she contemplates
Sojourn of capitulation
for nourishment of her soul’s fare
to where her yearning culminates
her odyssey to temptation
# Italian sestet
My Muse
Everyday you become my poem to-be.
Breaking Numb
From quilled fingers
I learn the art of
Letting go :
My heart learns new definitions.
Poem To Poem
Poem to poem
The journey of my life:
The way words change
Midwinter Night
White Fire
In icy blue twilight
Lily-white clouds glide
To a moon-kissed skyline
The hemisphere of
White satin snow
Unsullied..
Crystal fire
Pearly frosted
In my eyes
I breathe into the air-
Ivory bleached
In a sunless
Alabaster laced treescape -
Icicle chandeliers glow.
I, Yasmin
I, Yasmin
Just where me and I meet—
The shape of a poem
On an empty page
# senryu
