Her Colours

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Red and white – coloursof a sister’s soul – I mournvibrancy’s passing. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.) Advertisements

Purple Wisp

February 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Ode to Pink Wings

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

What glory, what delight,to witness pink in flight – wondrous plumes stretched out wide,ponderous bills thrust forth in pride. (In celebration of the Roseate Spoonbills whose graced my lens recently. Submitted for Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week: pink.)

Compatibility

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Delicate pink blushsubmits to passionate red –floral agreement. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Artist’s Promotion

February 19, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

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Tree Fruit

February 18, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Luscious orange tree –symbol of tropical clime,sign that I’ve escaped. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Not a flower, but a beautiful sight all the same.)

A New Chapter

February 16, 2019.Reading time 4 minutes.

I dreamt it a year ago, and with the help of my husband and the support of my much more tech savvy kids, this new chapter of our life has come to fruition. I remember an animated breakfast conversation after that initial dream, last March. (A dear friend of mine and I were selling gifts […]

The Siren’s Spell

Not for the weak of heart, this watery confinement – with brine-coated tongues and surly dispositions, went the submarine crew to their depths, braved the absence of daylight, sold their souls to Poseidon’s entombment. Some say it was the fumes, sulphurous as Hell’s own funk that warped the minds of hardy men, robbed them of […]

Fluttering

Somewhere inside, beneath the noise of to do’s, or regrets, buried so deep, that I disbelieve it exists, and yet… there it is – pulsating in sleep, disrupting idle moments – a hum, a breeze, a niggling, as if I’ve trapped passion, like a firefly, jarred it in some inner cellar… and still, it glows […]

What’s In a Name?

What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too many questions. Do I know her? No, Mom, she’s Somali. And Muslim. I felt my whiteness and all its privilege slap me, stumbled Of course she is welcome, of course […]

One Woman's Quest II

Category: poetry