Popcorn Moments

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Days are
like popcorns in a pan
bursting and popping
with surprise moments,
gravid with pleasant anticipation
minutes swollen with
the unexpected yet delightful,

My two year old
is an enigma,
his intrigue changing
my jaded, pragmatic outlook,
as I discover life anew
peeling its layers like an onion

he laughs aloud
and cries the next instant,
scattering his emotions
like marbles in sunshine,

playing peek-a-boo with my scarf
he wears a bowl on his head,
babbling and prattling
his ambiguous verbiage
~ he creates a strain
quixotic yet musical

within innocent palms
he seeks to capture butterflies,
racing after fleeting shadows
he smells of sunshine and wildflowers
and sugar and spice,

wearing huge boots
in tiny pattering feet,
he seeks to measure
winding trails of existence.

showering its benediction
over our parched souls,
erasing the silhouettes of quietude
with his giggles and laughter,

fingerpainting rainbow on
the drab and the commonplace
he defines ecstasy
in all its shades and more…

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Enigma of Poetry

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withering, burnished thoughts
seek to crochet poetry,
in the emptiness of solitude
pregnant

~like tempestuous skies
with raindrop metaphors
or a gloaming enceinte with hues.

in distant horizons
obscure and enigmatic,
with many a quixotic tale breathing within,

the commonplace, the routine,
the rare and the exotic,

nature’s boudoir
and writings of the old,
ranting scribbled in
yellowed, dogeared reverie~

I sought poetry,
–elusive, ethereal, mystical,
oft deluding fingers of the pragmatic
like trickling sand grains,

I tried in vain,
grasping at mirages and straws,
unaware that
poetry discovers itself
penning itself in verse…

Sensual Whispers

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caved pillows
imprinted in twin heads,
wrinkles furrowed
on satin sheets of silent morn,

lingering whispers of sweet-nothings
murmured in night’s ear,

remnants of molten, vanilla candles,
their dead wicks winking
in early refulgence~
murmur stardust-secrets,

Echo of blending breaths
entangled and fragrant with passion,
caresses exotic
like molten, dark chocolate,
trickling down butterscotch,

emblazoned
on alabaster skin
as hibiscus petals on dawn~
sensuality defines itself.

Autumn Exuberance

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kissing and tickling
footsteps of departing summer,

burnished foliage
~cinnamon confetti
tinted in red, yellow and orange

showered on solitude
of dust trails fringed
in dead grass,

flies vagrant like syllables
of a half-forgotten love-song~

lingering on crutches
of fake confabulations.

variegated
are moods of verdure,

stained by life’s versatile experiences
in graffiti hues born
from pastels of oxymoron autumn,

streaked on juvenile flutters
yester-years tempered
in the cauldrons of dead past

one last sigh
of exuberance born
from nature

before widowed and wizened
she wraps herself~

in geriatric shivers and
frostbitten mists
of armchair nostalgia…

Endless Wait of Hope…

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spilled
cappuccino stains,
blotched on sensibilities
on table-cloth naivete,
sneer at chiseled flower-vase vanity
with a crimson rose-bud
held within porcelain embrace.

sublime candle
weeps wax tears, trickling
down melting contours,
with incandescent wick
of eternal optimism aglow
in hope of lost love~
trying to imitate
serenity of moonlight.

dust filmed frames
hanging morose with sepia gaze
on psoriatic walls
doze to lullabies of ticking
ancient grandfather clock,

old, dogeared calendar
hangs as remnants from
long faded yester-years,
when days held intrigue
within clenched fists.

the array of bone china cups
with coffee dredges
staining their emptiness,
reminding of creeping
moments of endless wait,
within a derelict sigh
of relentless, phoenix hope…