Sunday, August 21, 2011

The wonders in a single water drop


Like a glass globe dangling
on the tip of a leaf

or a sparkling gem
on the lip of a purple orchid
that just tasted rain,

an ant or a bee looking into it
will discover their world within


such fragility --
ever at the mercy of wind
and gravity

or a careless bird or beast;

a tremble or a shake
may cause it to fall
and break

if left alone, it evaporates.

(In part, inspired by my friend HVP's SoFoBoMo project "iDrops", a collection of photos taken using the iPhone.)

Submitted to The Poetry Pantry #63.

Monday, August 15, 2011

To The Very End

Still a flower

The tree that once flaunted you
has decided to let you go,

spiral and twirl
a first and last dance,


towards the heap
of skeletal leaves
and half chewed guavas
lying in compose.

A breeze comes to carry you away,

becomes bored
preferring to sustain
a circling hawk.

Finally you touch down,
face on the pavement:
pink and white petals curling
a little off the ground;

still a flower.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Confessions of an internet junkie number... I've lost count.


It does not take much to sit here
in front of this white space

staring at zeros and ones
that resemble letters and numbers.

It takes a certain amount of nerve
to speak to an unknown audience

of one, or millions (or none).

What does it matter,
that one response

or zero, that dreaded void
that you waste a few minutes

staring into,

trying to decide what it means.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Sky watching

A small plane in the sky

i will always look up

when i hear
the soft hum
of a small plane

as it flies far
over me

to see where

so small a thing
in so vast a blue expanse


even smaller
down here

can't help
but smile

as i squint to see

the craft
one man
arms wide

than the birds.

(Inspired by HVP's photo "Looking Up" )