Snowflake

The attraction is imminent
                              An oxygen

Starving for bond & chain
                              A symmetry

Shape of water is pure
                              Ice crystal

As the wind spins & wheels
                             Our arms cast

Hexagonal prism, pattern of
                             Curve to tangent
                                                           
Moments freeze & dilate
                             Wind, heat, temperature

At flashpoint:  another seed blooms
                             Seeking its blueprint

Yet all of Fate is a tailspin
                             Between sky to ground
                   
My only certainty-  
                             In my melting
                                                        you -




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~

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Tanka: January Sky

is oyster, pearl sheen

cold blown from stiff blue tongue

on my eyelids, granite

ice sculptured from silt & rain

faint clouds hover endlessly

~0~0~0~

your lips are teal, soft

as snowflakes dusting the air

where grey wind hardens

your hands mellow to amber

the sun thrums above spruce trees

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - My turn to welcome you at the pub.
& Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Tanka form - Thanks to Kerry 
Please note that I am having technical issues with my cable but will return your visits shortly. Thanks ~

Picture credit:   Snow Queen by Madebyvadi

When dawn spills & trees murmur

The morning sky cracks an eggshell, 

    & dawn spills, fusion of indigo & fuchsia 

Frost recedes in slow rain   

    & ice melts into an orchestra of puddles  

The sun comes out for the briefest of time

    Warming skin with scent of summers past 

Your eyes holding the river & hawk

    Spiking the taste for feverish run & motion   

Crunching & murmuring of trees under siege 

    That smell of the feral & unfamiliar

The kiss, that stirs your blood red & gaping

    Gorgeous moonlight tracing your lover's torso

Ribs & eyes ache like a lost drum  

    Take back every cell & petal bloom

Burn the wick, break the brittle bones

    The mourning is over like the night 

Day beckons, a yellow oil seed 

     Stir from winter's pyre & fog, thaw

Thaw by Elisabetta Trevisan

Posted for OpenLinkNight of D'verse Poets Pub & - Shared with Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Sunday Feature on work of Elisabetta Trevisan ~ Thanks for the visit ~ 

Winter, the birthing

Photography by Kirsty Mitchell

The cold bites
everything to black & white

I know the signs:

A spire tightens around my neck 
Knotted of flowers, black
narcissus    

In darkening sky      
wind stings like a bee

Your absence
dear one is harder than

melting snow
salt-christened, blue teardrop

At night
I lean on your words -
womb, flint, amber

& burn
& burn


 

Process Notes:   Inspired by nocturne journal of talented photographer Kirsty Mitchell.   She went into a deep depression after the death of her mother.   Fascinated by her late mother's fairy tale stories, she created stunning Wonderland photography. 

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the vist ~  Wishing you all Happy Holidays ~

to let you go

                                                              @ Scarlet Verses

i let you go,
& now the bench looks cold --
empty & stilled by ice

even the trees are strangers,   
veiled in heavy crystals
& silent as the cold wind -- 

i walk along the park,
trying to embrace the moment
of your absence, like a warm
candle light 

that flickers my chest,
softer than snowflakes --  
i hold the fragments of your face 
precious as the sun --

loneliness      
sharpens like icicles 
draping my morning window --

good-byes should be transient 
as winter, a flip-side to hellos-
but i find that 
everything burns inside --  

maybe i need to learn the art
of forgetting when i remember, &
of remembering when i forget 

hope curls like a tiny seed 
of spring -- 


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Art of Letting Go
Shared with Poets United
Happy weekend from cold and frosty Canada ~      

On bed of snow

@ SweetLust Blog

lay me down on bed of snow,

nary a footprint nor faded bloom

my breasts empty of secrets,

fingers bare of ink and seasonings

cover my face with salt and thyme,

rub oil and myrrh on my feet

until shadows flee unto the night sky, 

pristine in silver, then maybe (perhaps) 

i will hear the silence of your

restless drum

Posted for:  D'verse Poets Pub - Peace: Within and Without  - I have chosen to write peace poetically.  Thank you Mary for the wonderful prompt ~
Shared with Poets United.

Missing you

first blush of snow

fell this morning 

 - the color of sadness

   is white -

bereft of sweat, and 

memories of your hands  

rough as brown soil

trailing my inner thighs

your soft lips

opening the core of me

stains the bed sheets

stormy sea and darkest sky

- the taste of black tea 

  is spicy - 

devoid of secrets-

the room becomes just another room 

white walls, full of unopened boxes 
cabinet shelves, bare of cutlery   

but aches - sealed tight in jars  
and papers - inked by echoes  

of your words, slow gentle rain

on my face, canvas of longing

- without you, 

  all seasons are the same -

Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Missing You -
Hosted by Stuart McPherson

I am happy to be on-line and devoting more time to writing ~ 

Thanks for the visit ~  









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Summer dream

I want to fly back 
to pineapple kissed skies 
coconut tree lined beaches
home made ice cream and sweet rice cakes.


I said goodbye
my motherland almost 8 years ago


But come winter, 
all I want is to curl in her warm bosom.


Why did I migrate to this cold city?  


I'm a summer gal.


Posted for:   Poets United : Goodbye and Flash Fiction Friday :   For the G-Man.  It took me almost 2 hours to come home tonight because of the snow.  Oh well..such is life ~

Canada is a land of immigrants.   According to census figures, an estimated 1,110,000 immigrants arrived in Canada between 01 January 2001 and 16 May 2006. During this time period, these immigrants accounted for 17.9 percent of the total foreign-born population and 3.6 percent of Canada's total population of 31.2 million people.  The largest proportion of immigrants who arrived between 2001 and 2006 were born in Asia (including the Middle East) at 58.3 percent. In contrast, only 12.1 percent of immigrants for the same duration ending in 1971 were born in Asia.

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Her arrival

anxiously

they await 

craning necks

for slightest clue

of her arrival

her icy breath

raising goose bumps

her cold stare

freezing warm intentions

feared yet admired

she is dazzling with her

fierce ardor

she would rather be

cool character than

a forgettable slip of a girl

here she comes now

ivory veil, long white gown

Posted for Poets United:   Prompt is Winter, and Flash fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, joining you today.


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