Poetry becomes my wisdom Subduing the melancholy I bleed like a warrior Make touch red to blue. I catch a Freesia breeze Holding fragrant peacock quill To write my soul's graffiti A carmine inked dream.... And then I find " a face in poetry " In the amaranthine pause of my breath. # Dodoitsu
Unmapping
Carousing Hummingbirds Warble Sky parades a flutter of wings Peeping through Spring's Hued foliage Butterflies, bees comb the blossoms Under A lilting sapphirine playground Feathers twirl Chase Amethyst rush Aurai play violins Chorales Waft like fiddler's notes on the breze Rhapsodies That Brush the senses Awakening the muse Gently Reminding me of nature's beauty Transcending Through Time's, fate's realm. The above poetic form here has been introduced to me by Avia Tinder of The Friday Sparrow. Thank you, Avia. #Tau Ku #Pi ku
Shy Of Sundown
shy of sundown I wrote the sun out of the sky And saw The first stars Come up.. #ku
November Haiku
Flower child ;
Notes on her iPhone
Filled with poems .
#haiku # Senryu
Day In My Eyes
Sweet and chaste White mist of dawn Tinseled dew glaze Blades of grass.. The day comes undone A pastel embraced rush Beguiling farewell to The silence of sleep. Midnight stars lull To the sun-struck lilts of birds Chrysanthemum clouds offer the moon A ride home.. On lyrical wings, gossamer. A floral wind takes shape In the green of leaves Air fills with breath of flowers I breathe into my dreams Feeling the unfolding of my soul I see your face draped by smiles Your smile warmer than the morning sun.
When Death Sings A Lullaby
Death comes upon them Finite, infinite, definite Pain and loss huddle into A grieving mass of broken hope. Wondering what they did wrong.. When bombs drown their cries The blood wipes away their tears To be alive is to be broken To be alive is to be wounded That when they come from the sky They come from the ground They hit where it hurts the most Taking away what you love the most While the bigwigs sit and talk away at big tables Drinking from the cup of blood The universe is frightened And the stars wonder Why has man turned from human to beast?
A Glowing Holorime
Glow-worms glimmer as breaths succumb to night's ebon refrain Lyres of your telepathic wavelengths forever remain. Holorime/Holorhyme is a form of rhyme where two very similar sequence of sounds can form phrases composed of slightly or completely different words and with different meanings.
