Closing my eyes

i stood, garbed red

radiant long gown   

bellowing the wind

holding rose bouquet

soft, smooth, delicate in

my calloused hands

gust of cool wind

reminded me

ticking clock, steps

uncertainty in belly,

i threw rose petals,

watching as they floated   

aimlessly on dusty ground  

closing eyes,

i strained to catch      

each pulsing beat

my bosom

Author's Note:  Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar

Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft – hosted by Emmett Wheatfall - prompt is about writing poetry.  

Poets United:   Thursday Think Tank : Prompt is Red.    For me, color means excitement and anticipation. 

Flash Fiction Friday -Tell a Story in 55 words - for G-Man.

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Dark love

the bed linen soaked your dark passion
as your hands gripped my pale cheeks
kissing my lips until I was bruised pink
crushed in the death grip of your arms
i felt no tenderness nor waning of your lust
you wanted to scourge my body into hades 

all the flowers from my hair fell, scattered
in the floor, cold and metallic, unlike the soft
garden of my home, now so very far away
your long limbs pressed close, eyes glazing
not even the shadows of the night can hide
your fierce ardor, unapologetic and raw    

   

my maidenly robe hanged, ripped, crumpled,
by doorway between earth and hell
I could not tell the difference, forgetting as
I came alive, writhing under your soft mouth
warm, fervent hands kneading my bare skin

my lips sighed, moaned, drowning out
mother’s pleas and cries in the wind
all over the world, her anguish echoed
tears killing the lush meadows, soil
wasteland, barren and empty like her heart

forget, I wanted to, my motherland
as your lips devoured my cup, filling  
every inch of my pure white flesh  
in throes of black spell, i felt alive
your queen, replete with your fruits    

offering pomegranate seeds for my rest
a taste of heaven you said, and I took it 

slowly licking reddish pulp from your fingers 

coal eyes glowed with pride as you gazed  
at velvet purple ribbon around my neck  

Author's Note:   The Gooseberry Garden: POETRY PICNIC WK 6 : Stories from Mythology, Culture and of life.   An interpretation on the myth of Persephone, when the King of Hades kidnapped and brought her to the underworld. Her mother,  Demeter caused a terrible drought that forced Zeus to bring Persephone back, but she was obliged to spend half of the year in the underworld.  


Updated:   This poem was selected as Poem of the Week by Gooseberry Garden.  Thank you ~

And D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Doors open every Tuesday at 3pm EST.  See you there.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persephone

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demeter-and-persephone/

picture credit:  http://monsieur831.tumblr.com/post/4442558478

Dance move

come on baby,
i like this move
swing your hips
round and round


slow, fast, slow, fast
i like to dance
tease you with my moves
twisting and turning
turning and twisting
until we got the rhythm


up, down, up, down
hands and feet grooving
swaying to the drum beat
grooving and swaying 
shaking my insides out          

come on baby,
i like this move
swing your hips
round and round


let's twist again ~ 

Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub- Poetics hosted by Joy Ann Jones.  Prompt is repetition - My (weekend) mind took me to this fun dance move from the old days.  

and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads- Prompt is Twist.   Video link - thanks to Laurie.   

Slipping away

she waited for him
whisk her
magnificent castle

one day,
long awaited knock at door
shoe in hand

she tried it but it didn't fit her

regretfully, he said
she wasn't  “it”

she closed door

opening hope chest,

unwrapped matching shoe 
slim, fragile glass


reflecting woman,
wider in girth, dark with soot

outside, rain poured     

Author's Note:   Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words - G-Man.

Poet's United:   Thursday Think Tank:   Rain. When I think of rain, it connotes sad and/or reflective moments for me.  

Poetry Jam - a twist in a fairy tale of someone with a glass slipper.  What if?

Picture credit:   http://silent-musings.tumblr.com/

Devotion

draw the curtains close
as I unpin my long hair
brushing opened shirt   

~0~0

light feather touches
rolling, unrolling my hips
air heavy, smoky

~0~0


silent communion 
lips and hips in rhythmic beat
piercing paper walls

~0~0


resting gentle lips
bare devotion in your arms
making my heart jump


~0~0


quiet end of night
serenity curled my lap 
sleeping days on end 

Poetry form:  Senryu (3 lines, 17 syllables in 5/7/5 format).   In writing this form, I strive to provide a contrast of image between the first line and third line.   As part of Haiku Heights Challenge:  Prompt # 78 is Feather.  My other haiku (nature themes) poems are here.  

Also posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight hosted by the Brian Miller.  Doors open Tuesday (every Tuesday at 3pm EST.)  


Update:   This was featured in Poetic License Feb 2012.

 


picture credit:  houseoferotica.tumblr

Crimson red

I counted the stops

until the train station sign

matches scribbled notes on

papers folded, rolled

corners in my brown jacket

bag fidgeting in long ride

as i hear slow chugging sounds

i paint my lips crimson red
anticipation making me sweat
limbs trembling


not missing a step, 
I imagine flying straight 
into your arms


no, I won't miss this stop ~

you have waited 
a long time for me 

to come home

Author's Note:   There are certain areas in my life that are about to change.. and I am excited about it.   Have been planning it for the longest time.

Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Poetics - Train, hosted by Claudia.

picture credit:   Thanks Kirsti Marie

In your arms

I want to forget

time, place

only now

sandalwood scent 

silky touch on my back
soft lips trailing nape  


pouring white wine
tasting cup of honey
i fall apart  

remembering
everything 

in your arms

Reposted for Poets United:   The Thursday Think Tank - I am linking up an older piece as I am currently on the road, back to Canada.   For this prompt, I took the sentimental albeit sensual route.  The hunger of the world is a real concern for me, but given my present state, it is too big a topic to tackle and write given my time constraints.   Happy day ~     

picture credit:  http://houseoferotica.tumblr.com/post/5917916595/you-in-my-arms-tonight-its-all-i-want-not-only

Under the glass

I wipe

red lipstick stain on

brim of white coffee cup

combing  

long dark hair, unbraided

not a strand uncurled

I whisper   

words lest secrets echo

beyond walls of silvery glass

gazing  

familiar reflection yet

a stranger in the mirror  

imperfections under blush of powder

suntan glossing over deep emotions

I breathe    

under your skin, 

warm dulcet voice calling your name 

Do you see me ?

Posted for Poet United:  The Thursday Think Tank #66 - Glass Houses.    My own interpretation of glass houses.   My FFF 55 post is here.


Also offered for D'Verse Poets Pub:  Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft.  


picture credit:  http://silent-musings.tumblr.com/post/10149554926 

Woman in black

black mourning dress drapes
slim frame like gossamer mantilla 
failing to hide sparkle in brown eyes 
spring in step walking along the road

carrying small bag, she smiles rummaging
contents – lipstick case, wallet, keys, camera
and map – always the map of city. 
finding it, unfolds it slowly like precious

love letter, perusing every inch, line,  
bumps, veins, grooves, towers, walls
smoothing and checking hours, schedules
no detail escapes her warm inquisitive fingers   

burdened with caring for an ailing
spouse, she now stumps city’s streets
like young girl rediscovering a lover
wanting to get lost in his warm belly, deep tunnels
so vibrant and intriguing, making her forget

white walls with disinfectant smell   
memories of spouse’s death wish, 20 years long
when struck with paralysis, he became half a man  
never letting her forget he was once that man.

she now fidgets with gold band in ring finger
just 4 more months until I can wear bright
summer clothes, she says.  Pin sunflowers
straw hat, butterfly brooch in silky dress.

waving the map, I watch her board red bus   
window seat, she presses against murky glass   
breasts heaving against engine's pulse
she breathes in sweat, dirt from lover’s arms,  
her ardor greater each passing day.  

Author's Note:    Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.    Doors open Tuesday (every Tuesday) at 3pm EST.  See you there~ 

Real life experiences fascinate me so I took a widow's story and gave it my own interpretation.  It is customary for some cultures to wear mourning clothes (of either black or white) for one year.

picture credit: http://gildam.tumblr.com/post/10089886913/photo-by-rosie-huntington-whiteley

In Memoriam

the phone calls that never came

letters and notebooks unopened

toys stacked neatly in boxes

winds blew strongly that day

leaves and flowers wilted on ground

from fires of hate or fervent faith 

i still don't know until now

what i remember still are your laughing eyes

tender touch of hands on my shoulders

childish stories that made me smile

fallen from the tree of life

i light a candle today in memory

of love and gratitude

Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Poetics - In Memoriam,  hosted by Mark Kerstetter.   I am not American but on this fateful day, Sept. 11, my heart goes out to all those who died.


Shared with One Single Impression - Notebook and Poets United.


Picture credit:   http://kmrants.tumblr.com/  

White windows

some days

i feel blue

wishing for earth

to stop spinning

play with fallen

brown, yellow leaves

on moist ground

some days

i feel mellow

counting apples

i plucked from trees   

crunchy and tangy

perfect for apple pies

days tucked at edges

nights unfurling arms   

before moon rises,

windows will be encased

white nostalgic frames  

Author's Note:   Re-posted for Poetry Jam - the prompt is windows
For Flash Fiction Friday (G-Man) And Poets United:The Thursday Think Tank #65 - Windows

Over the long holiday weekend, we went apple picking up North of our city, and enjoyed grilled sweet corn and meat.  Our friend baked us a delicious apple pie which we consumed right away.  The weather was  overcast with cool air;  a sure sign of autumn's arrival.      And yes, that is how I feel about the autumn season.

picture credit:   http://beautiful-portals.tumblr.com/post/9750985027

All of Me

some nights

i just want 

to watch her

slow and sensuous waltz


breathing in


my warm musky scent

some nights 

i just want to 

let myself go

inhibitions, control, fears

and 

let her have

all of me

Notes:  Some nights, I just want to write for myself.   No form, no inhibitions.


picture credit:  houseoferotica.tumblr

Sweet kisses

rainy afternoon

he holds her hands ardently

sun smiling his face

~0~0~

he asks her shyly

silver ring gleaming his hand

boldly she answers

warm soft kisses

enveloping, engulfing

cool stiff composure

~0~0~

salt on his lips  

toes curl in delight with kisses      

sweeter than custard

Author's Note:   Written for Haiku Heights - Prompt # 64 ~ Kiss.  This is part of the on-going month long haiku challenge at Haiku Heights.  

Also shared with D'Verse Poets Pub (doors open every Tuesday at 3 pm EST).   Link your poem (any form) and enjoy warm company.

In writing haiku poems (3 lines, 17 syllables) I strive to provide a contrast of images between the first line and the third line.  

Picture credit:   http://thenyoukiss.tumblr.com/post/9817017141

That woman

she is full of allure 
sultry black eyes
dark teasing lips


brimming of theatrics
a day with her
drama and angst 


unsatisfied with
my silent affections, 
tossed gift of pearls
out into street


I play the sax
cool tunes to woo  
but no, she wants my
bold wordy intentions


how do i begin
tell her she got me at
palm of her hand


now she is gone
chasing madly after 
hobo down the street 




Author's Note:   This post is for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics.  Prompt is Silent Movies  of Charlie Chaplin (clip from A Woman in Paris)


Also shared with Poetry Jam.  Hosted by Evelyn - prompt is Humor in Poems.


picture credit:   from here

Slowly

unfold me gently
with deep lingering kisses   

searing my skin pink 

unwrap me slowly

peeling each tissue to gaze

gem in jewelled folds

Poetry form:   Haiku (3 lines; 17 syllables)

For Haiku Heights Challenge # 62:   My choice for the prompt is slowly.   

picture credit:  gildam.tumblr.com

Breath of Summer

House is quiet

Standing still, ghostly pale

Like no one lives there

Bed is tidy

Pillows, cushions stiffed-neck

No one ruffling it today

Floor is clean

Polished like a mirror

Looking at itself

Suddenly, luggage heaving

Doors opening wide

Running feet, gleeful sounds

Windows flinging sideways

Bright sunflowers in pockets

Last breath of summer

    

Author's Note:   Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, here's one! 

Poet's United: Poets United:  Thursday Rally : The Thursday Think Tank # 64 - Sunflowers


I can feel the cool air nipping, don't you?  

My pre-teen daughter arrived yesterday after spending the month with her cousins in Vancouver for vacation.  Her school starts next week, Tuesday after our long weekend.  She is like a breeze of summer with her endless chatter. ;-)