TRAVELLING ALONE

I speed, carefully
breaking laws,
unseen, uncaught.
Listen to news,
       "chemical weapons ................."
turn knob,
loud songs
kill time.
I sing along.

Each bush - same,
M's holy arches towering holy malls, same.

Teleportation? I wish -
dissolve into space,
recompose
in some exotic place.

Yawn.

Stop.

Silent conversation
about  journeying home.
Wise rock smiles.

I-10 Arizona.  Driving home from daughter's house.

(Submitted to G-Man's Friday 55)

BIRTHING GREEN

It's been raining for days.
Flashing floods crack smiles
in clay desert earth.
Sand shakes from here to there,
rocks glisten, plants guzzle, wolves sing,
birds swim, coyotes yelp (that's how they celebrate).
Mountains remain still
as life above spins green around.

Makes me wonder
if that wild commotion happens
in us too
after drought?


(Submitted to G-Man's Friday 55.)

DAILY VALENTINE

Somewhere in California.

Amusing game.

Giving novel, symbolic gifts

demonstrating romance,

hopefully bringing sexy luck

on chocolate covered red day

of commercialized affection.

But love resides in the daily (extra)ordinary -

self-desires suspended or forgotten,

depth of sentiment so vast,

that sacrifice is unrecognised

in giving to the beloved.

Not really amusing,

an act so real.

No game.

(Submitted to Poetry Jam and G-Man's Friday 55)

Didn't mean to be so unromantic.  I dislike the commercialism of Valentine's Day, but I don't refuse the candy and flowers.  Hope you have true love in your life, not necessarily romantic love, just true love.  

NOT EXACTLY A RECIPE OR A HALLMARK CARD

My husband bakes yummy bread.

I take a deep breath,
no relaxation goal,
or aim of enlightenment,
I inhale,
to smell the banquet we've created.
A mix of our dreams,
stirred, jelled,
kneaded into shape,
never well sculptured.
A mess,
even gets stale sometimes -
inevitably.
Mostly, it's tasty, spicy and revives
to feed us.
We're always hungry.



Been married almost too long to count.  Happy and not so happy times have always been filled with love. Happy Anniversary to us.

(Submitted to Dverse Poets, though I don't think I fulfill the requirements of an imagist poem, but if you'd like to try visit the site.
Also submitted to G-Man's Fifty Five Words)

NOT FOR PHILOSOPHERS ONLY

Somewhere in California

Is there life before death?

Who am I?

standing in the midst of this

thought –traffic?

This is before and beyond

thinking and imagining.

What lies behind us, what lies

before us are tiny matters.

You cannot see

outside what you

fail to see inside.

What lies within us?

That is the question.



(I'm submitting this to Dverse Poets where Samuel Peralta has challenged us to write a Cento.  A Cento is a poem composed of verses or passages from other poets.  I used the words of Anthony De Mello (though not a poet, I really like his work), Jelalludin Rumi, and Walt Whitman.

I am also submitting this to Friday Flash 55.)

(Romantic couple outside Fisherman's Wharf in California)

THE HONEYMOON

Condition perfect, they dance.

He begins romantic foreplay.

She follows docilely for now.

Music – sweet molasses dripping

on contract they signed in a trance.

Their passion, like sticky glue,

shuts their eyes,

attaches their hearts

and at least during this song

they see unconditional love,

not the huge invisible question mark

waiting.

(Submitted to G-Man for Friday 55.)

PAINT YOURSELF

(grandson's finger painting)

Smear blank canvas

your colors,

you,

bright, messy, marvelous wonder.

Touch, caress ,imprint

DNA upon swirls,

of funny swooshes.

Wet your hands, create

paint waves,

or storms,

and face

one-of-a-kind stamp

of dancing happy rainbow

emerging from inner

imbedded essence

of colored choices

for your pick

from infinite palette,

continuously making

you

extraordinary

you.

(Submitted to G-Man - Friday Flash 55)

MYSTICAL SWIMMER

Undulating ethereal wings dance,

flowing, glowing, hypnotizing

translucent art.

Mind floating, traveling

in time un-happened.

I yearn to meld with it,

yolk of its soul in mine,

feeling a dream, unreal

but clearly tangible,

before my eyes.

Sad truth, sometimes

succumbing to seduction's soft allure

can lead to venomous encounter

with reality's cruel mirage

(Submitted to G-Man. 55 Words or less.)

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I absolutely love to watch the hypnotic movements of jelly fish. It is like being inside a live meditation.

Can you see my outline made by the glare in the picture?

MINE

Infinite stillness

calmly you sit

aloof

watching

uncaring

my love
ignoring.

My yearning gaze

gently devours

your beauty

yet cannot

your secrets

absorb

your knowledge

acquire

your wisdom

take.

Autonomous, free

blatant envy

you inspire

impossible

possession

feigning

pretending

I dare

to call you...

mine.

Front courtyard view of my mountains.
__________

Submitted to Friday 55. The challenge - to write something in 55 words or less.

MY FEET

I walked a flowery trail, dreaming

cool leaves of tickling grass. My feet

suddenly swirled towards distant

scenic roads, uncharted routes.

Feet flew over lovely dirt

to dance and frolic in mother's earth,

to travel and discover truths

only few dare to pass.

Awakening, my eyes revealed

my feet still running,

seeking dreamy paths.

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Submitted to G-Man, 55 words or less and to Big Tent Poetry prompt.

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

Young lovers slip away, creating

memories with no destination. Quick breaths

combine. They climb to higher realms.

Nature, radical and aggressive attacks

senses of delight. Each rising moment

singular, divine randomness in orderly

array. Passion climbs higher unable

to stop. Devoured, they repose. Renewed

they begin the descent back to life.

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Submitted to G-Man. Write 55 words or less.

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Occasionally, Hubbie and I escape to follow trails, not far from home. It still feels a little like when we were young lovers and cut classes to walk in Central Park.

THE DOOR

No one's walked through

chilling snow's intact

hypocrisy's door

fabricated love concealing

inside bedlam wraps

dysfunction

tearing, tying

insanity fierce

scissors pierce

cutting affection

like icicle teeth

the price tag's what counts

not lunatic thoughts

Shut up! Let me be!

Kids go watch TV!

Season's spirit dissipates

Snow melts like tears

Watching phony

Christmas cheer

_______________

Thanks again to Willow for her great picture prompt at Magpie Tales.

I'm also entering this in G-man's 55.

Bonbon

Used to be I was nice
a bonbon
in brevity tasted, easily swallowed

or bitten piece by piece

then my core devoured
best to savor my soul
but life's submersions transform
drenching and dissolving sweetness
drips
gradually melting
revealing truth
unsweetened

natural
raw
slightly bitter
unpalatable

indigestible

inedible

real
Used to be I was nice

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This for Friday Flash 55. Visit G-Man to read more.