I send my words into the sky Watch them rhyme and then fly. I close my eyes and feel the air Forgotten words lost without care. I take the letters in my hand And put them on a poetic stand. I scribe the words on a starlit scroll Watch words take shape as night unfolds. My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed. I run my hands over my words My fingers feel the emotions stirred. With tender ease, the poetry glides From my page to your eyes.
Month: December 2020
My tears dissolve
Beneath the sky's luminous runway
Enchanted by the shimmering cosmic odyssey
Walking a silver roam that pours amber
Into the crepuscule’s piquant glow
Tip-toeing into rhythms celestial
Captivated by stardust's knitted luster
Heady, this feeling of being transported
Enveloped by the caress of a starlit mist
Delicate, this drenching of a 'forevermore' serenade.
Only the syllables
# haiku # senryu
Of carousing birds
Warbling syncopated chorals
While waltzing the foliage through sunlight's radiance
The wind comes alive as butterflies, bees orchestrate aromas of petalled blossoms.
Nestling under the aquamarine, marigolds gleefully bob their golden heads teasing, ruffling the air to a symphony of fragrance.
My universe begins with the Milky Way, my head in cloud nine, between me and the December sky, only the scented zephyr with it's bouquet of blooms, where I inhale the day, watch the birds conducting their musical ensemble.
A Fibonacci poem .
Alone in a poem
My words and I;
# Gendai Haiku
I am a child of the earth
Raised by the stars in the sky
Tended by the moon as I sleep
Scars of the world clothe me
Her wounds rich in history.
I am bathed by the tears of the clouds
When it rains, the wind howls-in my ears
When I cry-the earth soaks up my tears
A piece of my soul
Turning to dust;
And like dust, I rise
A storm of stardust
On moonstruck madness..
The sky calls out my name at dawn
Sparking the sun on my breast..
I am a child of the earth
The darkness and the light
The truth, the lie
Sorrow and joy
It's all there in the
Pen that I wield.
Losing My North Star
Poetry finds me Holding my grief....stained red In the hush of loss...the blood that brought me to life Silence that aches. ...deep Candling the flame of time that will not come back. Like a bruise on my soul A reddened firelight In the inside of a teardrop The unbroken breath of memories That flow from an old photo album Eyes fill up Dissolving in the salt of quiet release. In the solitude of being I remember and hold In the heaven colored stars that shine Severing a bond suffering a social distancing Infinity and beyond Press pause...fingers of wild loneliness fasten For a heart stopping moment Life decides to go away.