Tag: Poem
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Why Must You Cry?
Trees silhouetted against a brightening sky cry, as the storm still lingers on the tip of their leaves. Drip, drip, drip. They soak the forest floor. An orange spider feels a plop on his head. Another plop. Yet another. He looks up at the crying community. His tentacles shiver. A fluttering hummingbird rests her wings ... -
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Two women sharing the same space
Two women share the same space. One young, the other old. One from this generation. One from another. Bowl of uncooked long grain rice in bride’s supple hands, Mom-in-law stands behind blossoming spotless shoulders, to inspect the rise of rice. Rubbing starch off rice with benign fingers, she plays, admiring her youthful face rising to ... -
Who Is a Woman?
A Woman’s a Lotus planted firmly, deep into the water yet unattached, her leaves – they float above all. She rises, holding chin up, and smiles through the day. Outside temperature may be 50 degrees Fahrenheit, but she regulates the temperature of her flowers at 86 degrees Fahrenheit, bringing warmth to all, regardless ... -
Precious Moments Last, but a Moment
A moment that ‘is’ may soon turn to a moment that ‘was.’ Warbler’s singing a tune. Listen ‘now,’ as she may sing a different song or not…next moment. The Sun rays ‘re piercing through space between railings. Natural light’s causing a geometrical design of shadows on the deck. See ‘now,’ as new shapes may ... -
Neighbors
Those were the days when neighbors took pride in knowing each other by first and last names Kids, pets included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors exchanged tomatoes, potatoes, and onions Milk included. O, those were the days… Those were the days when neighbors drove their cars, trucks, and trolleys ... -
Eulogistic Ballad—By a Butterfly
We were young, still in our cocoons when we first met. Flora morphed into a beautiful butterfly, sooner than me. Her wings—the colors of fire, lit the sky. Her flutter stirred many, to reach and pocket her. But free minded, she held her own, unwilling to be caught. With a grand vision to travel ... -
Life Is a Bowl of Fudge
Upside Down Hanging around upside down Gives you a top view of the ground Reverses the annoying busy sounds Lets us think of life’s endless bounds Day And Night There’s dark, then light Like there’s day and night Sunrise and sunset Like there’s life and regrets Life ebbs and flows Life comes and goes There’s ... -
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Hear Ye! Hear Ye! I Cannot Wait to Fly
I cannot wait to fly and touch the sky Above the clouds, beside the Sun and Moon Where Stars stand straight in line and wave their “Hi!” Where Plough and Crux appear to watch me swoon Where Birds adapt to fly beneath the sea Where Green Sea Turtle races Octopus Where Sally Lightfoot Crab ... -
Box of Memories (A Poem)
I have a box of memoriesTidbits of this and thatThe past of good and badFrom time to time I blow off the dustPulling off the top and digging insideLooking over this and thatSeeingFeelingRememberingHow much have things really changed?For better or for worseLove and lostHere and nowI wanna laugh and cryBut I do neitherTouching the folded ...