This is not a banyan tree Her arms span a hundred years of stories as you turn her every leaf rustling up rememberances from her soul as she smiles or dabs a teardrop that drips her secret sadness to be whispered into the earth
April. Mayfair gardens. Spring turns summer. Today would have been the day. A fresh waft of coffee coloured earth wakes me up from my what-ifs wanderings. I’d fallen asleep on page 34. The paperback lay disappointed under our great big oak with its great big shadows stretching toward a darker time. Just as you did that January afternoon when you messaged “Sorry. I don’t.”
seeped in past perfect fragrance of frangipani after afterwords
…while flailing fires of feelings fight daring to keep dreams adrift floating on as life’s precious gift of the next or last breath burns bright lighting up all that’s true and right with a stubborn will to survive beyond the everyday and thrive to be human in every way be thrilled to work and dance and play and beguiled to keep hope alive…
dVerse Pleiades – This week’s Poetics Challenge – Write a poem using the PLEIADES FORM (click HERE for MTB 16/10/14 post on this). Pick a ONE-WORD TITLE then write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES whereby each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.
A spool of forgotten memory stirs. I’d taken my first flight ever, about to land in a place called Amsterdam, place my feet on a country other than mine. As I went clanking down the giant staircase they had wheeled to the door of the plane, a gust of winter wind hit my face like a tight slap. Born and raised in the hot hot east coast of a tropical peninsula, none of my cells had ever experienced cold. And now for the first time ever, every single one of them felt like an ice lolly.
I stepped into the warm KLM bus, and thawed into a human. That’s when I saw it. Through the windshield as wide as the world. My first snowflake. It floated like a dandelion and stayed hovering just to delight my eyes. More dandelions joined the ballet and my world wide windshield soon filled my eyes with wonder …and snow.