Slippery Tale

Slipping self
In time’s sleeve
Allowed shoes to click

Ever reflecting
me to me
untruthfully
my eyes see
… what they
wish to see
can you show
me to me
truthfully
I promise
mirror mirror
not to smash
you angrily
~~

Inspiration

~

Slippery

Undulating

Iridescent

shimmer

elusive fins

nature’s

wet whimsy

in my hand

how doth

it tremor

quickening

heartbeats

matching

itching

painterly

Freda hands

ready to run

riot in Kahlo

color

~

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

Uprooted Assimilation

Life’s bolded lines

Time blurred

Nest in memory

Canvases of glaringly

Different ilk, get tinted

In richer hues, eventually

Tadpoles from wells

Nurtured in fresh pastures

Rivet in richer timbres

Yet one can take a tadpole

Out of the well, but cannot fully

Take the well out of tadpole

Roots of bloodlines run deep,

Subterraneous veins flowing covertly

Petroglyphs of ancient memories

Life is full of déjà vu moments, feelings

Of affinity for total strangers~ events, it’s merely

Those subterraneous veins exposed in places

~

Mopping spills, unable

To blot mouth spilled

Clearing cobwebs

In nooks, crannies

Mind proved elusive

Lined dust motes

Glow in rays of light

Their moment of glory

Life is life

Eel unpredictable, however

Will shower benevolence unexpectedly

Chanting under breath

In dawn’s tender soft light

Body and soul feel swabbed

Lend bit of time
Or allow freeze frame
of your face~ a la Medusa

I seek but a handful of moments
From ongoing life’s battle, to regroup
Spent forces

You are historically a villain
Ever facing acrimony at the ink-
Stained hands of lovers and poets

Let us prove them wrong
Defy laws of nature
Become law unto ourselves

Still self I say
Unto you, so that
I can be still too

image from google images

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

second innings, bring no expectations
in their wake- one just goes with the
flow and does whatever it takes

… he did not promise a rose garden
I did not expect a single rose bud
yet one mother’s day, decade ago

he got me the most wonderful
gift of all time -he got planted
whole garden of fresh blooms

to express his feelings
I realized -for real -actions
do speak louder than words

thank you