Echoes of pain

A confrontation
is a bottomless abyss
unwelcome ripples

anguish reverbrates
waves of anger wash over
close eyes to forget

tracing name on heart
rapier sharp memories
draw not blood but soul

Written for Sadje’s wdys.


Heart made fast

The sea serenades sweetly from dusk to dawn
changing colours following the footsteps
of a radiant sun and luminous moon. I am drawn
to the portal promising a life of adventure
the ebb and the flow, the waves calling
calling to be conquered, to be won
a quest that ignites a fire in my chest
I taste its sweet brackishness in my dreams

and yet…
my heart sings soulfully a homely tune
mooring my wandering, restless thoughts
my arms ache for warm embraces,
my eyes tear up for beloved faces
my steps turn homeward of their own volition
the truth of my existence lightens my being
some questions have no answers
and some answers are not worth seeking.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Grace, has asked us to try our hand at Zen poetry.

Also responding to Sadje’s wdys.

Don’t tell me I never told you!

Ere we err in moving ahead faster rather than slower
just thought I would let you know
I may look laidback, lazy and a pushover
but don’t push your luck too hard
I can give back as good as I get;
when I am mad, just stay afar!

I am mostly pleasant and happy-go-lucky
but when I am down in the dumps
dealing with me can be somewhat tricky
just leave me alone and I wil be fine
I need no cosseting and coddling
I can jolly well take care of what is mine.

There is just one thing that I cannot tolerate
and that is falsehood of any kind
for lies have the power to lacerate
even the strongest of any relation
don’t say I never warned you
with me, you better tread with caution.

Written for Sadje’s wdys.

Giving thanks

Winter’s indulgence
indulgence of life’s transience
transient tastes triumph

triumphant nature
nature’s gifts reaped together
to gather to toast

toast, waffles and jam
jampacked is family do
doing mother’s will

Written for Sadje’s wdys, Eugi’s moonwashed musings weekly prompt and David’s W3 (a chain verse of at least 3 haiku including the word mother, by Aishwarya). Sharing at dVerse OLN.

Happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate.


He stood there hands folded

Head bowed reverentially

Eyes closed devoutly

Lips murmuring an incantation.

He was his first

And the last resort

He had always turned to him

In good times

As well as bad.

He was the praying sort

Had always been.

His prayers were oft not heard

But his faith was unshakable

Today of all days

He needed intervention the most

It was a matter of life and death

But there was only inscrutable, godly silence

Like always.

Written for Sadje’s wdys.

Autumnal musings


Warm ochre and orange blooms
vibrant hued festivities
season of sweetness overload.


Yellowed leaves gently falling
providing warmth to the earth
from the oncoming chilly winter.


Smog chokes ragged breaths
descending greyness
settles cozily in the lungs.


Hot, spiced pumpkin latte
welcoming the darker half
a spook fest on the cards.


Autumn’s celestial bodies
cast a golden mellow glow
rites and rituals and fruitfulness.

Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Sylvia’s prompt (a cadralor on autumn) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.

Sharing it at dVerse OLN.


Sleepy sun does slowly stretch
across the splattered hues
I twirl with glee
I dance with me
across the splattered hues

Day comes after the night on cue
yet ne’er the same can be
same old, same old
follows the mould
yet ne’er the same can be

eyes see what we want them to see
can be deftly cajoled
to fly off ledge
to step off edge
can be deftly cajoled

Kaleidoscopic tints enfold
’tis better not to kvetch
sometimes I rue
sometimes pursue
’tis better not to kvetch.

Written for dVerse MTB. Today’s host, Laura, has asked us to write a roundabout poem. Read more about it here.

Also written for Sadje’s wdys.

A tryst that wasn’t

Off they went into shroud of mist
a day break tryst
no prying eyes
no need for lies

So inviting; fruit forbidden
they were smitten
gentle, morn light
oh so quiet!

Alas! raucous birds‘ noisy racket
they pulled jackets
traced back their steps
their tryst a hex!

Written for Sadje’s wdys, David’s W3 to Lesley’s prompt (a humourous minute poem) and Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge.

(Will catch up with reading tonight)