Saturday, August 31, 2013

City Streets: Part 3


She remembered
the last time they kissed
under a street lamp,
the city became blurred
crowds disappeared

She was no longer
standing on the sidewalk
as if he had lifted her up,
and in that frozen moment
it all became clear, final

When she opened her eyes
his face was lost again
amidst the crowds,
the scent of his cologne
lingered on her silk scarf

She left it in the taxi
and never looked back


This is Part 3 of my fictional series of poems taking place in an urban setting. The first was City Streets and the second was City Streets: Part 2. Thank you for your encouragement to continue on as the previous posts received a wonderful response. I'm having a lot of fun taking photos in New York City to go with the story line as it develops. It's about endings and beginnings, and the obstacles and learning lessons along the way.


The poem is my contribution to the Sunday Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, where Kerry invites us to write in the style of the Imagists. This poetry style is focused on "an image which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time." I really love this style as my poems tend to be visual, especially because they are usually inspired by my photos. Enjoy and have a wonderful week ahead!
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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Summer Colors


she
is
the color
of crimson passion
the shade of golden sunlight
she writes promises in the blue sky, revealed

she dances to the rhythm of gentle breezes
renewed by morning dew drops
open petals, unfolding
her name
is
Hope


This weekend, we went for a lovely country ride in Rhinebeck, New York, a little farther North from where we live. We came across a beautiful field of flowers in bright, vivid colors. What a pleasant surprise. Of course, I had to stop to take pictures! As you can imagine, walking through this green field in the fresh country air inspired a poem.


I'm participating in the Sunday Mini-Challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, where we are invited to write a poem in the Fibonacci form. Mine has the following word count: (1/1/2/3/5/8/8/5/3/2/1/1). I like the shape the poem has taken, like a field of flowers! I'm also sharing my poem with Poets United and my photographs with Shine the Divine. Welcome new followers and friends. Enjoy and have a colorful week ahead! xx

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Moonlight


i gave my heart to the moon
the moment i envisioned you
and never got it back

you held it captive
under your mesmerizing spell
oh, that irresistible iridescence

i cried out and you turned
tears into gold droplets
you enriched me

and now i whisper to the stars
basking in the moonlight
of your love

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Sharing with:
Poetry Jam (prompt: poetic visions)
Poets United (prompt: i cried out)
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads (prompt: blue moon special)


Sunday, August 18, 2013

Dream Chaser


I chase dreams
stolen dreams ... recaptured

in the bliss of this moment

I am a dream within a dream
awakened by a sunrise kiss


This weekend, I went for a lovely nature walk on a sunny day. I just happened to notice a gorgeous cat in a green field chasing after something. I don't know what it was he was chasing, but he was determined and unafraid. And then I saw butterflies chasing after flowers. I was inspired to write a poem on dreams. It seems that we, as in nature, are always chasing after something. And sometimes it is something we already have ... but we just didn't realize it yet or didn't take the time to notice it. We are the dream.
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A warm welcome to my new followers and friends.
Have a wonderful week ahead! xx
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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Raindrop


just a raindrop
but oh, how much it holds
within it, a world of its own
translucent
taking on the color of hope
it breaks the silence
as it falls gently
like a lonesome tear
longing to be a waterfall


Today at Poets United, we are inspired to make the ordinary into the extraordinary. And at Poetry Jam, we are invited to explore the sound of silence. This is what I came up with as I pondered about the beauty of a single raindrop. It is difficult for me to write poetry that has even the slightest hint of melancholy. So I brightened it up with my photos of cherry blossoms after the rain and a waterfall in a garden. Perhaps they are tears of joy, but I will leave the interpretation up to you! Sharing my photos with The View From Right Here.


Saturday, August 10, 2013

Sunset


ball of fire in the sky
red orange yellow
clouds, waves twirling
the horizon curving
light stream
reflections on water
i see me within

sunset

within me i see
water reflection
stream of light
curving the horizon
twirling waves, clouds
yellow orange red
sky, a fireball
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My poem is posted for the Sunday Mini-Challenge at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Grace has challenged us to write a palindrome, a poem that reads the same forwards and backwards with a central focal point from where it begins to read backwards. My poem was inspired by a sunset photo I took tonight, and so "sunset" became the central focal point. The poem has different meanings to me when read forward and backwards. I so enjoy your interpretation of my poems. I'd love to hear what this means to you! Thank you as always for your insightful comments! xx
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Thursday, August 8, 2013

City Streets: Part 2


After the break-up, she moved to New York City in a loft and spent her evening hours at Barnes & Nobles reading self-help books on relationships. She would get there by subway or taxi, leaving the Empire State Building behind. 


She hoped that somewhere on one of those heavily stacked shelves, there had to be the answer to finding true love and keeping it.


On a particularly hot summer day, she sipped iced coffee in the book store lounge as she flipped through yet another book. She wondered if all this reading was the right approach. Can love be intellectualized into a set of rules? Who follows the rules anyway?


The dating world seemed like a labyrinth to her. It was so easy to get lost in it, and to walk alone through it. Yet, she did not feel lonely. She took another sip and accidentally dropped her paper cup, spilling coffee all over a chapter on flirting. 


"Can I get you some napkins?," she heard someone say standing behind her in the book store. She turned around, and there he was, offering her napkins and a smile. She smiled back. And then the lights went out. It was the New York City Blackout of 2003.

Two lost souls
finding each other
by candlelight
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Tonight, I'd like to share with you a haibun, which is a combination of prose and haiku. This is a contemporary haibun as it takes place in an urban setting rather than the more traditional nature haiku form. It is a fictionalized account of a real event back in August 2003 when the lights went out in New York City and the Northeast! I wrote this as a sequel to my fictional prelude poem you can find here at City Streets. I took all the photographs the past few days walking around in New York City. What fun! Enjoy!
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