Luminous

Luminous

Moonlight sprinkles the dark with beams of the broken,
casts weary shadows of deep lament
A half moon obscured by a piece of broken heart
falls like glass, sharp,
etches white shadows
carves holes for planets
pokes spots in the sky where
forgotten dreams sparkle

God knew we’d need the night heavens for more
than a beautiful view

As the dewdrop slips gently off the leaf
in the blush of dawn,
joining the river in holy matrimony,
swirling down a life,
words slide off the tongue, sting liked acid
consume like fire-
another chard flies off
scrapes the moon and the dust wakes the dawn

I am the night sky, pierced
with jeweled tears and spinning hopes
like a young girl’s twirling dress
revolving around a beautiful sun
drawing me closer to pulsing radiant light

But some dreams won’t drown–
shedding the skin of pain,
purified like gold,
they burn luminous

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Submitting the above for d’Verse, Open Link Night, Week 38

The Comfort of Winter

The Comfort of Winter

It is when gray sky unleashes
a torrent of ivory jewels, sparkling
quietly, pristine-like, as if to tempt
a treasure seeker, turning hearts cold,
when fingers turn to ice
and I can no longer feel
my nose

It is after I slide my feet in snow,
marking a trail of forgotten grass
of dark stripes in white, and after
I dodge a snowball that smashes
into liquid slush

It is when deafening thunder
forces me indoors, when cracking
black clouds scold young
tendrils grasping for air
through thawing ground

That is when…

That is when I seek solace,
warmth, wrap my fingers
around a blue ceramic mug
sip sweet comfort,
fall asleep snug and
dream that diamonds melt
into crimson cordate heaps…

it is in the freezing I learn
of the balm of a blazing fire

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Submitting for d’Verse ~ Open Link Night Week #33 , Painting Prose, and L.L. Barkat at On, In and Around Mondays

The Give-away

The Give-away

Across a sidewalk bordered
by green, under the shadows
of a waxy magnolia dotted
with white, he sees her,
sunshine blooming in dark

Walks slowly, shoes tap
cement gently, coming closer,
her eyes shift to violet, his turn
to lightning, burning holes in her
like a magnifying glass
turned on a leaf

A smile spreads across his face,
shifting stubble a centimeter up
and with laser sharp accuracy
ignites the dream she dared

Oblivious to surroundings,
other sounds muffled, subdued,
except for thumping in her chest
which she’s sure is a dead giveaway–

Until he says her name– and then they know
it isn’t the thumping heart that speaks,
nor bashful eyes, or shy smiles
and mannerisms of first love….

but the heat rising in her cheeks
in a shade of blush

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I have the color “red” in a number of poems, but offer this new piece  for TS Poetry’s February theme of “red”… and if you could see me, you might see a little blush as I step out over my fear and my usual safe places of green and blue, into sharing something a bit more daring, like the color red itself… or as L.L. Barkat called it, sharing a little “sexy pie“…:)

Beauty Hunter

Beauty Hunter

The hunter
prowls, seeks,
because of hunger
left behind in soul
when profane shouts
vacuous holes inside victims

In ravenous rage
beauty seeks entrails
of evil, devours, spits
malice, malevolence
in abyss

Beauty hunter
hangs moments of grace
on mirrors, dotting time
with droplets of red
on faces of eternity

With exquisite touch
soft brush of finger
traces deep of sorrow
fills chasm abundant

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Amrita

Amrita*

After wandering long thread
of lonely moons, I glide
down silver strings, land

in valley below where willows
brush my face. I gaze into
crystal water, still and clear

and sky smiles back at me. The
universe swirls and moves in milky
hues, white, blue, purple; argent,

lustrous, resplendent. The kiss
is soft, sweet. Cascading vines
entangle, burgeoning florets

burst. Fragrant crimson rain
falls from heaven, soaks me:
love, nectar of life. Ordinary

becomes divine, waters sing,
trees clap, veil rips. Then wind
laughs and flees– but I catch

scent of lavender, honeysuckle
and rose– and I’m always following
its aromatic sanguine trail.

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*Amrita- nectar, ambrosia, drink, honey, wine (source: dictionary.com).

From Wikipedia: It is a Sanskrit word that literally means “immortality”. It appears in the Rig Veda (ancient Indian text) as a drink that confers immortality. In Greek mythology it carries a similar meaning to “ambrosia”.

From Wayside Word Garden:  I refer to it as “living water”. 

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But for Hope

BUT FOR HOPE

When he summons, distance dissipates,
my heart journeys in the wind
a thousand miles to his hands–
a sheltered place

Hourglass turns inside out,
time unfolds, we hold the sands
that once slipped, commence again
the days the locusts devoured and stripped white–
innocent, expectant youth

He touches my words softly
pours them like honey
sings melody with me
in a hidden glen

Find us there
in the hollows of dreams
in a world of evergreen summer
where love does not wither,
and hearts forget themselves

But for hope, I persevere

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A Thousand Twilights

At parting, a thousand drums thundered
across the sky, dropping
wedges between us, cutting
time in sharp divides –
impassable mountain range

Sometimes when I listen to the wind
I hear him calling…
a thousand twilights have taken me
to hide in shades of evergreen

Trees speak to one another,
leaves whisper to me below as I
rest in the shadows and catch these
quivering love songs in my hands–
white flowers that only
bloom under midnight stars–

Hold them to my heart–
and like all earthly things
wonder if they too
will eventually die

***

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