NaPoWriMon #30
Month: April 2011
Aerial
A fish-bone silhouette
against the sky
is catching signals
from the invisible
Hertzian sphere
emitting pulses
on, off, on, off, on, off, on –
to dance captive in millions of hues
on a screen of red, green and blue.
Compassion
Milady,
you are dressed
in flowing robes of jade
crowned by the moon;
your heart’s a cup filled
with gratitude
that flows
without end…
NaPoWriMo 28
Orchids
You sit in serene silkiness
Basking in admiration
A corsage for a precious lady
Carefully picked and wired
To sit just so.
NaPoWriMo #26
Country Dreaming
Shall I sit dreaming of bucolic scenes
Where Autumn dresses in her russet gown;
Low sun beams bathe the world in golden sheens
Harvests all brought in, the fields rest in brown;
The sun tracing a lower arc each day,
At night, I’d don a shawl against the chill,
I dream of barns lined with sweet lucerne hay
And the soft swooshing of a water mill
But now we live with electricity,
Factory food on supermarket shelves,
My dreams seem a quaint eccentricity;
Next, they say I’ll be dancing with the elves,
Yet such scenes are deep embedded notions
Of romantic poets and their potions.
#NaPoWriMo 24
Sea Change Tulips
NaPoWriMo #23
Vampira’s Anniversary
Star-crossed Lovers
The black marble mausoleum
Brightly gleams
Catching blood red flowers
From the setting sun
Against the fading light.
He stops to pick
Three poppies for his love
Who sleeps without breathing
In an obsidian bower
Beside his.
He recollects a night
When the stars cried in dismay
Watching them both die
And rise again most unnaturally
As the poppies bloomed.
Crocus Dreaming
Vibrant crocus blooms
In earth untouched by snow
Dreaming familiar climes
In an ancient continent
Down under
Crocus in Melbourne
NaPoWRiMo #20
Dearest Max
Dearest Max,
You are old beyond cat years;
born in a monsoon last century,
once a silly kitten
dressed in bonnets
and frilly smocks, you forbore
the love of a little girl.
Then you became
the great blue hunter
vanishing in dappled light
between the orchids
and the rubber trees
stalking parrots and skinks.
Then a plane flight
to the southern parts
where you claimed
your territory and learned
the wiles of urban alley cats
fighting bravely
for your stake.
Now you sleep contently,
find the sunny spots
when the days grow shorter,
and snuggle in soft laps
on long cold nights.
You need arthritis shots
and steps to climb
to reach your favourite couch;
you still show flashes
of your intuition,
I wish you would last forever.
- Max stretching his toes
NaPoWriMo #18
Jingle Pot Luck Monday http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
Poppies
This poem appears in Frog Croon, May 2011, Issue 4
Tall poppies gently nodding in the breeze
Drinking deeply of the golden sun rays,
Unfurled with hearts of black they feel at ease
Knowing they bring a nostalgic malaise;
A melancholy knowledge of decay,
A yearning for a time only imagined,
To return to sedimentary clay
To grow in a novel world unimagined;
Where rules of gravity were different,
Where porous bodies intermingle freely
Singing harmonies to bring alignment
Between our world and the Court of Seelie.
Crimson poppies offer their sweet treasure
Needing pollination in full measure.
NaPoWriMo #17
Marousia 