Self Love

A breeze
of lavender
and fresh grass

Warm and flowing
the birds create
a melody

My seed sparkled:
drops of a shooting star
fall into my hands

Blooming
a rose
into many shades
of self love

Fuchsia

Sitting on the park bench
With legs neatly crossed
She sat, lips slightly parted

 

They were damp
Bright with a deep hue
A wildflower in full bloom

 

I imagined they were sweet
Ripened plums
Fresh from the tree

 

Sticky and juicy
Dripping down my arm
I close my eyes

 

Dreaming of purple and reds
A glass of perfect red wine
I slowly part my lips.

A Moment

A moment
so clear
slightly faded
blurry edges

 

 

A moment
like lighting
A jolt, to my body
reclaims my mind

 

 

A moment
is sad
and kind
and blue
her eyes…

 

 

A moment
I”m swimming
and drop
the hat
that hides
the blurry edges.

More Haiga

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condemned building
his memories of then
sparkle in sea glass

 

remembering
lost dreams
spring wildflowers

 

lost in the shadows
I find
peace lilies

My first haiga!

Violets
forever summer
in her eyes

Haiku!

Been too long since I’ve posted!  Here are some haiku I’ve made since my last post :)

Full moon
this one hides
winter rain

…

Last breath
I hold her hand
first winter snow

…

Tall grasses
dragonfly and I
sit for a spell

…

Stillness
the winter sunset
around my eyes

…

An echo
she moves the evening
in high heels

…

Watermelon lips
the taste of her~
hot summer nights

…

Winter sunset
the splendor of God
in silver flashes

…

Winter night
how regal her walk
in deep purple

…

Piano keys
on her toes~
a melody

…

Sweet scent
her long tresses
blow south

…

The fire of stars-
our bodies
wrapped in moonlight

…

Deepening hues
dusk-
we are one

…

Even the wind
blowing through the storm
cries for peace

…

Winter rain
she jumps into
the largest puddle

…

Skipping stones
a splash of sky and mountain
six-thousand feet high

…

Sweet strawberries
the way she once looked at me
warm summer breeze

…

Under her long hair
the scent of lilies
and her lovers kiss

…

God’s vision
pink and gold
summer sunset

…

Still pond
my memories of you
suddenly ripple

…

Rich musk-
I lounge
in his shirt

…

In silence
the wisdom of time
long mountain range

…

Field of lilies
the innocence
of my youth

…

Open road
her long hair
dances in the sky

…

Summer rain
her arms open-
in gratitude

…

A hint of spring-
as I sip
spiced tea

…

Distant reservoir~
still the color
of her eyes

…

Lilies and violets
caressing her legs-
secret garden

…

Old river~
he declares
his love to her

…

In the shadows of her wispy hair weeping willow

…

Orange nails
the other girls snub her
for being different

…

Spring afternoon
flashing the sky~
robin’s breast

From Ireland

When I received the post card from you I was sitting at my desk flipping a pen between my fingers.  It was a foggy morning.  Between sips of bitter coffee, I watched a blue jay perched on an empty branch, his head darting in different directions. My computer screen was a white and gray blank on my grandfather’s oak desk.  I brushed my hair out of my eyes and pulled my robe tighter around my body.  A squeak of a hinge and the blue jay was gone.

 

At my front door, an array of white envelopes scattered the hardwood floor.  The one with your writing I picked up first:  “Real Ireland.”  I leaned against the door, smiling. A blast of warm air from a vent rushed over my feet.  I flipped the card over:  A lone farmer hoeing, and his dog, each looking in different directions.  Behind them a countryside of green and brown edges held by mountain slopes.  I glanced to a photo of us on the brick fireplace, embracing years ago.  You had just returned from India. You wore a bright pink sari and your face was decorated in bindis. I was still wearing my work uniform; a pressed blue suit and starched blouse. I wore little makeup.  Even then, I was always the worker; you had your sights set out into the world.

 

Returning to my desk I removed my robe and begin to type: the screen filled with many black letters. I sat for hours, while sunlight spilled across my fingers. Later, I stood and stretched, and moved slowly to the kitchen. Standing at the sink, I nibbled on cheese and bread.  I glanced out a small window-

 

In the sun

Each looking in different directions,

Two jays perched on a branch.