Chocolate Bubbles

My heart makes me a foreigner.

Without language,

I bathe in a tub of strawberry cream

Blowing dark chocolate

bubbles off my palms

dreaming my reality moons away.

Published!

I haven't been posting much here because I've been busy trying to put my poems together. It's finally finished and I couldn't be more excited!

Thanks so much to S. Clarke, from DreamWriteNow, for editing and doing a lot of hard work for Like a Fairy in Love. Check out his beautiful site devoted to the arts.

You can get a copy of Like a Fairy in Love online.

Mourning

I see cemeteries in the patterns of

the cushions on the couch

There are no floral embroideries

only death lilies in distant funeral homes

that I believe may be planted

in my nose.

Wearing black,

Sometimes I feel I am invisible,

Other times I am a chameleon

on this couch

Mourning

I crush into my own rubble.

They question my stability

Trying all natural remedies

they wont turn off the lights

that sting my wounds

incapable of clearing these red eyes

they are afraid of my pain.

I lay the fetal position

dreaming of head stones and dirt-

I am clawing at the top of a coffin

covered in mud in the rain.

Language: Part One

At first glance the morning appeared to be still
A sudden- BOOM! POP!
Silence. And a tickle to the eardrums
Chirping birds
Chatting loudly; a rapid fire of sound through the trees
Each sensory bullet is separate and distinguished.
Disperse….- Converge
A tumultuous linguistic relationship.
Engaging in a syntax dance over and over again:
Sounds flying over and under, twisting, spinning, stepping, clapping
Symphonizing and harmonizing:
Bobbing below, above, and in between the others
Tick. Meep. Cheep. Iii. Eeet. Tiii. Keey. Cuuu.
A structured chaos fluttering through my ears
Stuck in a whirl wind of sound
I reach for free flying feathers

Photo by Im on Tabouring posted on Flickr.com

Breezy still

Candles light the stairs
Reflecting little mysteries
on stone walls.

The green ruffles of my dress
bounce.
Dancing as I ascend;
tickled by romance.

The summer breeze blows still
as our soft words slowly
bake under coal lamps.

Photo by Dysonstar posted on Flickr.com

Cattails in the wind

A predictable sequence of events

life

Were often asked to walk this line...
...well in the direction it is going,
of course.

This line is drawn
with much resistance and disappointment,
as we are governed by the cyclicality of our inescapable
humanness.

It is often the humanness subconsciously
guiding us to cry to nature and wonder
by rivers that overflow with confusion.
Many measure the length of our strait legs,
while others notice the strait cattails bending in the wind



Inspired by "line", a prompt on Weekend Wordsmith

Photo by donsutherland1 on flickr.com

Blue sprouts

Humidity lurks at the surface

of thirsty pupils and suddenly

dives,

piercing,

slicing,

pouring

when blue buds
magically sprout

and then shoot
towards the powder blue sky

as magic dust does
from fairy wands

when a fairy demands romance
in a thunderstorm


Image by Peggy Collins at Flickr.com

Thanks Sara from Poets Who Blog

Thanks for featuring my poem, Eyes for the stars, in your fabulous January Poetry Collection

Winter rain

January 11, minutes before 2AM. The room is a shallow blue with areas of deep violet.My eyes dive and rise in the flickering street lights making reflections in the mirror on the opposite wall.

The sky rumbles. The radiator gurgles loudly in response. I can almost make out words. Is it English? No, definitely Russian. I whisper: yes.. come in

Rushing rain, there is a winter waterfall outside my window dragging loose pebbles. Tap, tap, tick. This room is a closed shell with pearl interiors.

A mermaid attempts to hibernate, but lies sleeplessly clutching dried starfish. In the ceiling I see the dark uncertainty of the deepest sea.

Photo by -Antoine- on flickr

Candy Cane Love

Reds & greens
kiss as they twist
to the last jolly lick-
slipping through
the fingers
of the woman with the peppermint flavored
lips, white lights
flickering behind
her cherry colored
dress, she stares into the chocolate with the green tin wrapping until
it begins to resemble
mistletoe as she makes
two candy canes kiss
and forms a heart<3

Poem inspired by Writer's Island Prompt #11- "Slipped through my fingers"

This beautiful photo was taken by Janoid, posted on Flickr