Monday, September 26, 2011

Gloom season


After an afternoon of rain

A mist blankets
the raintrees
as storm clouds
drift toward
the setting sun.

Bull frogs groan
in the mud
under the creepers
and reeds,
cattails nod
    as moist air
        breathes. Wet

    are the faces
of rocks, open palm
leaves, the last
of the rain drops
gather and drip
into foamy pools
and mud streams

     brown grit,
  a soup
       of fallen

live concert of crickets
begins a lively symphony.


It's been a rainy week mixed with hazy conditions. The sky has been a depressing grey. The nights are better since it has been slightly cooler.

Not gonna take part in any poetry rounds this week as I'm probably not going to be able to reciprocate from mid week onwards. There is an annoying event to attend to in real life near end of the week that I'm not particularly looking forward to. I would rather not go, but I will try to make the best of it. Perhaps I will have more material for writing when I return on the weekend.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Where did it go?


It's a bee in my room
or was it a wasp?

I'm confused,
you all look the same,
all i see is the yellow
and black lines

of yellow and black
yellow black yellow
and black lines;

buzzing blades
beating against
the florescent light;

now, where did you go?

This was originally posted here. I've made some small changes.

Posted for dVerse Open Link Night #10. I really wanted to take part, even though I'm late. I thought of just visiting links, but I would feel bad if I had nothing to offer in return.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Light and sound concert from heaven


Late night storm

Like a raspy yawn as it starts
to stir, a gentle roar
from a distant as it approaches;

shut the windows,
don't let it in.

A crack of lightning


the circuit breaker
off, lights
and refrigerator go out;

thunder, like a run of cannon
balls rolling down the stairs --
hands cup ears, heads lowered
as if enduring celestial scoldings;

comforting vibrations
lead back to calm.

The whole house pauses to listen:
a billion raindrops dive down
hitting ground
together -- an applause.

**Posted at Poets United, for Poetry Pantry #67

**Posted on Victoria's Liv2write2day blog: Wordsmith Wednesday-Sensory Description, Hearing.

Monday, September 12, 2011

I had this feeling I was being watched...


Being seen

taking leave from a book
looking out the window

golden rays of dusk
wash over
a graffitied pavement

ripples of heat rise
from the road baked all afternoon

a stranger on his way home
        el matador of traffic

crows hunching
in twos and threes
on a telephone wire

solid black eyes
speculating him

he turned his head
sees me

       step away

not sure why
it bothers me to be seen



Posted to dVerse Poets Pub for  Open Link Night Week 9 . (Fellow poets and visitors, do visit this site and check out the long list of poems and blogs linked up there.)

Thursday, September 8, 2011

It's ok, you're old enough...


Moving past a season

A teddy bear toy
hangs on a nail;

summer is going out
with the wind and rain,

soft toy damp to touch
sags, stitches
that made a smile
wanes, button eyes
lose their shine.

A boy put into bed
after being told
he is old enough,

eyes stay wide
under the covers
but only for a night.

Inspired by HVP's photo "Lost and Found".

Posted to Poetry Pantry #66 on  Poets United

Saturday, September 3, 2011

(In memory of IPL, a dear friend.)


the sun sets
on the other side
the sun rises

i woke up too late
to witness
her arrival

but i made sure
not to miss
the way she sets

the sky on fire
glowing embers
dim to night

and tomorrow
over there
a phoenix rises

(This one's personal, so comments have been disabled. Thanks for reading.)