Goosebumps…

Reading unvoiced tremor of nervousness, as Braille under caressing fingertips, he recited in stilted sighs a sonnet of desire scribed on her skin in moonlit silence drunk on love's chardonnay.

Poetry…

Awakened by scratching scribble of pen dancing calligraphy in ink, its nascent futilities are left enceinte with the muse's ramblings...

Ignorance~ An Array of Vignettes

The innocent cherry blossoms, tinted in candyfloss sighs wither in ignorance, unaware of the reason they pepper the brow of nascent dawn, emerging from their chrysalis. Oblivious is the moth dancing in frenzied ecstasy around the mistakenly revered threshold of jaundiced streetlight, of the cause of its demise enthralled by the radiance of a callous, …

Winter Moon

She sits forlorn, wrinkled and wizened on frostbitten grayish clouds under the veil of mist, determined to keep vigil in December chill warmed by distant embers of shining galaxies. She drinks from that half- filled cup of coffee left lukewarm on the window sill, breathing in the lingering scent of roasted peanuts and the luscious …

Poetry is Born…

as a sighed bubble of prismatic syllables, floating in firefly strewn sunshine, bursting within the grasp of moments to splatter dewdrops of transience on the face of noon~ poetry is born to momentarily adorn straits of the commonplace. when a jaundiced thought, wizened by reverie speckled in variegated shades of sentiments, withers from boughs of …

The Cafe

Aroma of cappuccino freshly brewed, tiptoes out with garbled verbiage of conversation scented in stale scones and cigarette smoke~ decadent platter of dark chocolate pastries, lures sugar-lorn eyes of gluttony...

Interpretations…

interpreting the dialect of butterflies, she searches for the meaning of dreams in fireflies' winks, while dewdrops glow in morning light as fragments of rainbows...

Bland Are The Moods of Winter

Benign and blameless~ the mist clad, bland morn of December, like a lingering gasp of cerise, yearns for polychromatic epistles scribbled on canvas of March, Robbed of lush verdure after transient lure of burnished golds, denuded boughs shiver beneath quilting heaps of winking snowflakes in the faint honeydew sunshine. Within frostbitten soil's depths the daffodil …

Lines of a Reborn Dream…

Along flamingo circumference of a blossoming morn, lingers like silver remnant moon a withered dream~ reminiscent of fallen flowers of saffron-sublime hursinghars or a fish stranded ashore ~dead and forgotten, She picks it up in her caress salving its sores with honeyed syllables of hope, singing nurturing rhapsodies sequined in photons, as a fledgling with …

An November Morning

An orphaned moon lingers as an un-wiped tear on bland brim of ughten, as night blends into nothing~ scattering night-jasmines on the bosom of sleeping earth. azaleas, carnations n' orchids, blossom is fragrant celestial bowers on sapphire clarities, a perplexed sun awakens with aureate yawn pulling flimsy curtains of candyfloss clouds. morning breeze sprinkles dewdrops …