Smithing

Smithing

 

Racing against clock

Gently pulled close

Word mannequins, frocked

 

Raised mannequins’ arms

As speeding seconds

Sprinting ahead, alarmed

 

Undid buttoned metaphors

Deliberately, turning removed

Dresses inside out

 

Horse pushing carts

Carts pulling horses

Metaphors sparkled in novelty

 

Words performing thought cartwheels

Quicken interest, each fresh aroma

Delighting word gourmands, individually

 

Every word is a spine (d) feather attached

To a thought bird spreading its wings and

Somersaulting across poetic skies giddily

 

*image from google images

Mixed Bag – Three Liners

Sorting assorted
Life’s dished out
~a mixed bag of nuts

Liquid eyes expressing
Pure joy at fresh chances
In doggie expectations

My cup of joy bubbles over
Tips its hat spreading quickly
~grief’s cranky child cloys

Dawning of newborn day
Bears plethora of possibilities in wake
~can I keep promises made last night?

Squirrel with nose pressed on glass window
Harbinger of summer’s quickening heartbeat
~there is life beyond my facebook screen

Myriad poets, diverse orchestrated tones
Addressing gamut of emotional spectrum
~I can imbibe only that which is digestible

Beauty of words lies in conveyance and
Nuances garnered thereof, each partaking
~A unique individual experience

The Moon I never saw

The Moon I never Saw

 

Prepared for a shattering surrender

Of my sanity in her mesmerizing grip

Her elusiveness only made me trip

 

Scanning skies with torches of my eyes

All I got in hand from back and front-

Yards’ sky sweep, was a big fat zip

 

Having experienced its wondrous beauty

Shimmering on the exquisite opalescent

Taj Mahal scores of moons ago in abundance

 

Now I merely grumble and mumble

Trying to recall my past touch of wonder

Folded in love’s arms now asunder(ed)

 

Go your own merry way silvery moon

In my heart I hold no grudges or rancor

I am already tad touched by another thunder

~  picture is from internet- disclaimer

Fallen

Fallen

Fatal bite

On forbidden

Bit life

 

Gathering

Strewn

Sewing life

 

Recriminations

Are passé, spirited

Rebel strays

 

Again

And

Again
*painting is byGeorges Seurat

 

Life’s Cute Mysteries – four tercets

Billet-doux

Book from church drive

Had pressed to sepia breast

Antique handwritten billet-doux

 

Head Lines

Breaking news lines

Replicated grooves on his

distinguished forehead

 

Love

A thief that catches unaware

Robs tongue pounding its fist

In fist size fluttering heart

 

Summer

Nature’s quickening beat

From winter’s leisurely sleep

Earth shooting color in sprees

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