Category: Poetry

Little Poems

Blue velvet night

Blue velvet night 
A sapphire moon
On a lustrous viridescent sea
Sail away with me. 

Under a bowl of sky

Under a bowl of sky 
That has turned upside down 
A cerise wind cries 
Spilling white stars 
Defying gravity 
In ether’s immortality.

Tasting autumn 

I ate a persimmon 
It tasted of autumn 
Tangerine’s last bloom 
Auburn russet luminescence.

Silk orb-weavers

In the cobweb 
I found a spider 
Hanging by a thread
Barely clothed 
In liquid silk 
Soaked.

Sky run

Whisper of sapphire
Zephyr sequinned 
In eagles’ cry
I see 
Hues of dawn sky 
A blue wind blows through 
My heart 
Skips a beat .

I Poet

I feel 
The touch of your smile 
Like Cello Suite No.1 in G major 

Rhymes hang heavy 
In translucent tears
Eyelashes tickled 
By star visions 
Orion and Artemis 
In sky’s eternity 

From trauma 
I make poetry
Dreams are like 
Scattered leaves 
On an autumn wind 

There’s hesitation 
In my thoughts 
Like a broken melody 

I listen like birds listen to the sky 
My fingers wrap their 
Aquamarine wisdom 
Blossoms quiz the sun
Wild flowers burn the horizon 
Meteors burst in the hills 

My page waits 
For the rawness of my words.

Striking A Balance

I balanced a penny on my thoughts 
And saw the danger money wrought 
Even though money made itself useful 
Deep within, the heart became sorrowful 

In life’s mad shuttle, doubts conditioned 
Built in the mind, pessimism positioned 

My soul sought an oath from earth’s sanctuary 
I needed laughter to help me keep my mental liberty 

Living on the edge of a knife gave me the edge 
I cultivated an optimism and made it my pledge .

My Swan-song

Gold sun rising 
Echo of warmth 
On the wings of birds
Drawing the deepest breaths
Fragrant harmony plush
In the pulse of blooms 

I see the sunflowers turn to the ultramarine 
Creaming the air
A coagulation of hues
As flowers burn hot on the horizon 
Whisper of petals reveal the rapture of forgotten fantasies 
Rolling into the heartbeat of time 

Rain forged clouds stir the ether 
Smelling like sanctity 
The mystics of sensitive wisdom 

I fall in love with the universe again 

Its like seeing the inside of a raindrop 

My swan song is a whimsy wanderlust

Blue ~ my ink
I daydream into my page.