Monday, March 30, 2015

Sunday deal

Manchester by R.A.D. Stainforth ~ courtesy by Tess Kincaid

Spring back on the streets
pop up attitude
piercing the clouds…

Umbrella –
my little moon,
my shelter;
me – move
measuring shadows
on the urban pavement;
You – climbing
on each rainy string
in search for open portal
of tears and precipitations, -
perception not added
to taxes, bills, forms…

the billow covers
the fiery call
I hear on distance
the song pattern
drumming in crafty
repair frame…

I sing it to stay
in presence
of rain.

by Brenda Warren

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Silvertongue *

Leafing through book
Searching for gold

The carpet pattern
Taking the shape, looming in

Will the pirate ship
with all sails set cruising
through the church windows…

The wish
Like a cuckoo
In the nest of her heart…

* Name of the central book character. Reading “Inkheart” by Cornelia Funke ~ Ch. 18 “Treasure Island”. Translated from the German by Anthea Bell.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


by hilariagalleries ~ pinterest

Receding moon ring
burst light between Earth and Sun
the diamond imprint
           I keep in my heart the spring
                                   Insight, a matching island…

Read more at: Mid-Week Motif PU ~ Captivity with Susan

Heeding Haiku With HA Mindlovemisery's Menagerie : Spring

Sunday, March 22, 2015


~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie~

Blueprints warn,
tucked into chapeau hat.
Clue, ideas’ puree
feather/string adorned.

Flow through heart -
tongues blocked/burned –
wild dream,
walking trim
earthy flower art.

Stolen end,
torture bitter tears,
worries-fears -
step in clay to mend.

Passed in sleep,
am I at beginning
with my eyes unzipped?

by Brenda Warren

Vernalagnia is the romantic mood heralded by spring. Flowers in bloom, the opening of the chrysalis, reproduction cycles, sunshine and downpour, renewal.

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Friday, March 20, 2015


 Artist Mara Light
'Divergence' by Mara Light

The bridge above
abyss of odds
unhitch with jerk,
when time is ripe…

The sudden move –
priorities to stride,
or straddle in
the shocking bolt of light.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Turbulent mind

 The Scream by Edward Munch
The Scream by Edvard Munch

Prominence annoyed…
He speaks in stern voice
To rotate an affection
     To hide into penumbra
    To burst in love flares later


Hushed, turbulent pain
Transmits in radiant zone
'Love lights the whole sky'…*

* The last line - from poetry of 14 century by Hafiz

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, Mid-Week Motif PU

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Heeding Haiku with HA

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Pink Potpourri

Photo Credits: Beata Cervin ~ Neeraj ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

sweet heart drops

air bolls
carrying hopes

pulled in void
hand of

thru skin
pourri haunt

Sunday, March 15, 2015

In the car of ginny...

In the car of ginny
gotten of the bottle
feelings burst…

All dressed up,
three wishes – gone,
captured. Next step – unsettled…

After all, life comes to rustling leaves, days-dry…

with a deck of ‘if’,
bittersweet tears,
and no stopping monkey-mind,
calling ‘blasphemy’
every step and try…

While I’d recall
the chain of signs,
symbols’ prophecy.

Light wind chime
through the sea shells
singing jive…

After all, life comes to simple ways  facing sky…

whole, born in
plagued desire
to the will to
keeping dawn alive
in the sun & rainy day

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Sunday Whirl

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Hit or miss

Tarot ~ 5 of Swords


Empty Victory. Swords
cooled down.
We shake our sleeves
as circus clowns
in hope to hear
a rooster claim
of owning the world
of sun & sovereignty;
at least to hold
the scepter to stamp
a new rule:

            ~ ~ ~

Tarot ~ 2 of Cups


Thirsty?Unwrinkled,the neck
bend/beauty bawl/bow
to simple/seems/seed,
feel feet/fit/fed
close to earth

C(all)/bear native/naïve
No sense/nonsense/

No dogma. Wait.
Your desire.
Labor for all –
Just call.

Read more at: d'Verse Poetic Confession

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Sensations pained me, faceless…*

flickr ~ photo by Stuart Anthony

My hand seems heavy
at your brow,
I sense the tension…
Marky clouds, mates
at neighborhood you move
away soon
worrying of fitting in…         

You’re lying drained
Coursing roots,
The parents, mothering
too long to try your
own brain & blood
still rained on the path,
the ghosts are lurking
in the shadows through
leaves, mute voices
clanging on the twigs…

Till bathed in the lotus
curved pose, you breathe
relentlessly, releasing
blocks and blames
through capillaries
and veins – inhaling
heavenly poured bliss…

The dark intentions
drowning deeply
fertilizing sprouts

* The line of poem 'Night' by Wole Soyinka. 

Friday, March 6, 2015

Beyond 10 words

So quiet.
      lulled before
            Dead flies.
              Iron Gate.

          * * *

Pale twilight. Ruined castle.
The selfish Giant
Garden is here.

         * * *

Dustfinger whispered.
Greedy to books
Poor church mouse
Aunt Elinor.

 Reading “Inkheart” by Cornelia Funke  ~ Ch.4 A House full of books.
Read more at d'Verse MTB


etsy ~ art by AbstractArtM

A major factor in human affairs
Pythagorean pants
Constrained by dance duration

Time perspective
Free from PC to PC
Relative. Cure. Not the key.

Read more at: Theme Thursday

Wednesday, March 4, 2015



‘Catch me not’   
Flickering eyes
The poetic thought beckoning...

Then flits in the morning air
Not unfurling
Yielding the path to

Egocentric “I”
messy and envious
a scheming and ruthless plan
of conformity.

Perched at the windowsill
preaching the patience
sagacious muse.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday