Thursday, November 28, 2013

Storm


lightning
slices through the fog,
it crashes upon
a tree branch,
barren
framed by my window

the sky turns
dark,
i remember the cold
as if walking
on marble floors,
barefoot

it rains
a sliver of moon
and you,
silhouetted
against its light, fading
into me
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Posted for Kerry's challenge in black & white at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Grateful


I am grateful that I can see
the beauty in the world
despite its imperfections,
celebrating the good
and praying for betterment

I am grateful that I can hear
the sound of peace
even in trees losing their leaves,
there is always a new bud
longing to bloom in spring

I am grateful that I can sense
the scent of truth
keeping me aware
of long lost secrets,
it's all in the open

I am grateful that I can speak
my soulful voice,
no one can deny
freedom of expression
~ let creativity soar ~

I am grateful that I can feel
the love within me,
around me and 
from above
and especially from you

I am grateful for life itself
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I still have pink mums in a pot that I brought inside and put on my window sill to brighten up the day. Wishing everyone a joyful Thanksgiving full of abundance and gratitude! Thank you to all my wonderful readers and friends for your support. Much love. xx
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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Dream Buds


in the stillness of the night,
i have become a water lily bud
longing to unfold my dream petals
towards the sky, and let dew drops
fall on me like answered prayers


Over at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry invites us to write another tanka, a poem in 5 lines, as part of an ongoing series on this wonderful poetry form. I have enjoyed participating in the previous challenges with my offerings of tanka, The Last Rose and Winds of Change. This time, the characteristics to focus on are "a simple clear image with unlimited suggestiveness" and "stillness." I thought of a water lily as it opens up to possibilities. These are photos I took in the summer. There are no more water lilies blooming right now other than in our dreams. Smiles. Enjoy and have a wonderful week!
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Thursday, November 14, 2013

City Moon


the city moon is like a streetlight, casting a glow on a homeless man


Unfortunately, in New York City, many are still homeless. It is a tough reality. There are several charitable organizations in the city, providing shelter and food to the homeless. This holiday season, I will be doing some volunteer work to help the homeless. 
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This is posted for dVerse Poets, prompt on an "American Sentence," a poem in 17 syllables. Also sharing my photos with Skywatch Friday and Weekend Reflections.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

November Skies & Flowers


i wonder what lies beyond
November skies ~ do flowers
bloom over and above the moon?


I love how November skies look so dramatic against the golden and red hues of Autumn. There are still flowers blooming at this time of the year. I was pleasantly surprised to find so many colorful blooms--zinnias, daisies, and mums among them. I took these pictures at a nearby farm in the countryside of New York, and created a mosaic of flower macros. My haiku is contemplative today. I am just amazed by the beauty and mystery of the universe. And so that is the question that came to me. Something to ponder for the day!
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Saturday, November 2, 2013

The Color of Hope


What's the color of hope?

If a daisy could speak,
she'd say, just turn my face
towards the sun and take it all in,
until it becomes a part of me,
and when it's cold and dark,
my heart will still be ablaze
with the color of hope

If a tree could speak,
he'd say, just look within-
hope is already inside me,
if I don't take it for granted
and remember to say thanks,
until it blooms into spring again,
my roots are firmly planted

What's the color of hope?

It's a state of mind-
the leaves would say,
rustling under my feet
as I walk on this golden path
to find myself once more,
and believe that all is well
when I just ~am~


Today was another gorgeous Autumn Day that just spills with poetry. My poem is in response to two challenges. At dVerse Poets, Claudia invites us to write about "color" and what better season than Autumn to be inspired by color? At the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry invites us to write a poem "in an idyllic setting, but with a person in blatant contrast." When I walk in nature, I always gather strength and hope. Self-doubt seems to melt away when I become open to something greater than myself. Enjoy!
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