Poetry is…

Poetry is a stargazer~ admiring constellations through telescopic metaphorical adjectives, gathering stardust on fingertips addicted to printed word, having verbs and nouns sticking to them like ink, and clutching a singed symphony fallen from flaming comet-tails. Poetry is a painter~ playing with consonant pastels, watercolors blossom on the canvas of reality, using the crayons of …

SEASONS…

SPRING She is aureate smile of daffodil as it awakens from winter-lorn siesta on a crisp peppermint morn after apparently scores of dawns, draped in misted confusions. The soft lilting rhapsody of a skylark as it senses fragrance in flowing realms of zephyr and sings to welcome floral delights. She is lingering sigh of sakura …

Moon is a Poetic Whisper…

a runaway moon seeks to flee from its haunting eclipse, she is inflicted by curse of a waxing and waning persona, always melting into vacuous nothingness of espresso spilled skies and freezing into sublime orb oft stolen by silent bays~ in snippets of crumpled reflections from a lenient nocturne. lit in benevolence of sun moon …

Jasmine-scented Memories of Childhood…

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTkQ1VQdHnU   moist, dewy morns peppered in honeydew sunshine, caressed by morning breeze softly on blushing, vermilion cheeks, fringed in translucent frills of mist with lingering fragrance of faint sighs of withered jasmines that cover grass in sublime quilt, still hover in sepia memories, that scent familiar and precious like taste of acerbic berries …

Glimpses of Morning Star…

glowing on  brightening azure, blushing in vermilion sprinkles of virgin aurora, while the pale sliver of moon lingers on skies freckled in clouds fringed in glittering gold dust, from the quill of sunbeams, as a wordless song lurking in the throat, the pole star glows as the silver lantern of hope. when night departs leaving …

Lullabies Nature Croons…

raindrops sing to the leaves fluttering on skeleton fingers of tired trees, lullabies under the velvet night, lulling even insomniac stars asleep beneath fleece blankets of tempest-clouds. cool summer breeze croons to twinkling glowworms, with quaint rhapsody of crickets putting them to sleep on swaying branches of starlit thistle, while even the amber moon and …

Spring is a sonneteer of flowers…

vermilion lips wear smiles like swaying poppies bathed in filigree sunshine dreams, mesmerizing all with soporific whispers. eyes are frangipani, scented with gazes of naiveté, twinkling mischief in glowworm irises, winking golden within sighing poetry of sublime petals. apple blossoms bloom in satin pink on blushing cheeks, dimpling her soft words in brackets of honeyed …

A Bowl of Potpourri

melange of blended, dried assortments, blended fragrances concocting verses  for the senses, spreads redolent breath in breeze.   reminiscent of stolen kisses, in rendezvous under fondly doting stars and moon, mystery of forgotten yesteryears of boisterous waves caressing golden sands cradling oyster shells gravid with pearls, aroma from home’s kitchen and perfume of burning sticks of …