Author: yassy

Between daydreaming and imagination, a girl becomes woman.

Maytime

Turquoise sky drools into endless vista as 
Fragrant yellow blooms charm in the cowslip 
Bees and butterflies trail scented fuchsia 
An indulgent breeze tumbles as sheep graze, snip
In rolling meadows filled with amber gorse
Golden sunbeams reflect fine feathers on course 
Hummingbirds feast on woodbine honeysuckle 
As realms of spring bloom and bedazzle..

#Rispetto

I Sit Captive

The stars come out 
Like lamplights in the silken dark 
Crooning of birds fades
nests lull their trembling feathers 

I sit captive in 
an angst that entwines my heart 
tears dissolve into 
darkening hues of the night 
drenching my latticed bosom

In The Quietness

in the quietness 
the evening dewdrops fall
soothing languid leaves 
moonbeams pierce the gloaming;
i write a poem for you 
I love Margaret from Soulfood101blog’s take on my poem She writes., her soulful verse is below 
darkness falls 
nourishment draws 
me closer to you 
stars shine bright 
outlines of you ..

Oh Winter !!

Oh, how cold and heartless is the winter wind 
The landscape under snow has been pinned 
I need the warmth of spring, I feel forlorn 
The sun has gone to sleep, all careworn
you are a season, you have to do your time 
But if you go away, I wouldn’t care a dime
It is all so deathly silent all around me 
The birds and the bees, I cannot see 
Where are the flowers and the trees
All snowed in and feeling the freeze
So ease off winter, off you go 
On us, the warmth of spring bestow 

I want to feel the sun’s rays, bask in its glare 
Soak up the heat of a weather so fair 
Butterflies, birds and bees having their fare
As myriad flowers bloom to brighten the air 
The fragrance of winter aconite fills my senses 
Frosty white bells of snowdrops dispenses 
Clear blue skies with little tufts of cotton 
The advent of spring enlivens my garden 
I feel the cooling touch of a zephyr, soothing 
Embellishing, touching a new life infusing.

Yassie & Cogito’s Blue Haiku Slam

Inspired by my poem ‘Figuring Out’ 

Figuring out 
What life means 
on my own 
I start with 
the flowers..
My verse is in roman and Cogito’s in italics 

N’er alone 
in the soil of love 
flora blooms 

inked 
swaying
in the blue blue sky 
blooms 

blue ink sways 
blues forget me not 
blue skies bloom 

blue spring ink
makes me forget 
all my blues 

blue ink spills 
true blue notes trilling 
blue bird trills 

cerulean spring 
little warblers 
take note 

a blue isle 
on a desert gulf 
oasis 

blue waterhole
on hourglass blue
spring oasis 

crystal bowl 
aquamarine sand 
blue bubbles 

cerulean collage 
sparkling dreamscape 
glossed blue 

crystal ball 
shimmering ripples 
aqua fish 

marine tinges 
twirling violet 
aqua leas 

aqua leas 
ultraviolet 
neon twinge 

asters shine 
sliver of Celtic blue 
blurple 
Sterling star 
Daring aster risk 
Burple shine

Fluorescent 
Supernova 
Unconditional 

Blue nova 
incandescent hue
flora glows 

sapphire 
the stars and their light 
light years light

sapphire lights 
smoke ring from cigar 
UFO

color of smoke 
inhale exhale 
other from aether 

breathing words 
other from aether 
fill the void 

breathing deep 
aether speaks 
heavens streak 

blue yonder 
wild skywriter speaks 
heaven streaks 

ultramarine etched 
vignette drawn 
north winds roam 

morning dew 
aubergine flowers 
nightshade tears 

scented tears 
my pillow soaks 
nightshade glows 

in her mouth 
on her poet’s tongue 
words to come 

touché
taking the bull by its horns 
no more words 

I walk 
down the block 
haiku steps 

I gather 
my thoughts 
in haiku 

I’m so blue 
the sky and the sea
envy me 

blue is the blood 
that runs in my veins 
you turn it to ink 

bleeding ink 
her fountain gushing 
stains my fingers 

gushing fountain 
a quill 🪶 floats 
his inked fingers 

the massage 
is in her mirage 
wishing well 

toss a coin 
message in a wish 
shooting star 

streaks of light
shooting stars shower
in my sky 

blue 
my sky to yours
we orbit 

yellow sun 
sky of misty blue 
light green spring 

blue 
my sky to yours 
we orbit 

yellow sun
sky of misty blue 
light green spring 

burnt umber 
horizons unfold 
flowers my way 

pink cherry blossoms 
scattered clouds of confetti 
naked bonsai tree

Sakura blooms 
a lattice of transience
resilient bonsai

My Diary

I allow the past to rest between the pages of my diary 
the call of loneliness 
in my memory 
and as I reminisce inside these pages, dried rosette mauve petals help me remember 
nostalgia reels on pages woven with echoes of past gaiety’s vanishing into paling tints lacquering my heaving breath 
and yet,the deep scent of vintage pages ruffle the quietness of my eyes 
language of memories 
brings a quiver 
to my veins 
as I swallow yesteryear’s anguish and close that lingering chapter finally 
the pain has healed me upon a new page’s behest.