Scented breeze ~ a Haibun

The afternoon sun scorches fiery yellow on clear glass windows. From inside my air conditioned office, wearing a   grey suit, ready for a Zoom call from  Switzerland, I stare at a screen that seems incongruous today, and wait for the host to let me in .

This is mango season. Fruit vendors outside have the best Alphonso mangoes nestled in a bed of real straw. I picture myself later this evening, out of my grey suit, into my Indian cottons, bare feet, sitting with my family, going through each mango with bare hands, juice dripping down my wrists, tasting the best of one more summer.

scented breeze recalls
~a never again childhood
running off barefoot

D’verse – Haibun monday , hosted by Frank Tassone GoDog go cafe Tuesday writing prompt – never again, Kigo words – scented breeze, bare feet

stars ~ free verse

stars spinning
in circles,
fireworks in the sky,
an impromptu announcement
booming through the universe
to awaken you
with a spritz of magic
to touch your soul
with sparks of beginnings
to take you by the hand
and lead you in your dreams
to the infinity you are

Mindfills for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt – impromptu in 48 words, Sadje’s wdys, FOWC spin, Reena’s exploration challengei have untapped potential waiting to be discovered, Godoggo cafe – promote yourself mondays

Iris ~ a haibun

I don't want the world to see me
I don't think that they'll understand...Iris plays as I click on the link. You say it reminds you of us. It's April... many years ago.

Today I walk in a strange country ~ seas, silence and a lifetime between us. Angular concrete towers and cameras keep watch over each passer-by. Clockwork of Traffic marches to precision. I stop following the blue dots on the map and take an unmarked path. I stumble on a bed of blue iris and the one memory that still haunts me.

watercolour whorl
sunshine yellow pollen grain
~ where stories begin

Mindfills for Cee’s FOTD – iris, Haibun Wednesday for godoggo cafe hosted by Donna Matthews

powdered ~ prosery

Powdered sun streams down from strange skies.  Is it winter again? I graze my eyes over flimsy fallen snow. Could I, if I really try, trace that footprint I left behind? In the vault of my memories, a curtain moves, letting in a slap of cold air... air that sneaks past Time, stippling my skin with tiny dew drops of awakening. From depths of darkness, hope raises its eyelids, looks  at me, right through my eyes, into my soul,  demanding of me, "Where were you? When I wandered lonely as a cloud , searching for solace, searching for a shred of your strength to tether me as your sail?"

Sadje’s wdys , dVerse’s Prosery hosted by Lillian – I wandered lonely as a cloud, FOWC raise, go dog go cafe’s promote yourself Mondays,


TiliniThe Himalaya, 2021 photo credit – sangeetha
incense brings morning
blossoms come out of their shells
stretching out last night


My gratitude to Colleen, for featuring my photo on Colleen Cheesebro’s Tanka Tuesdays, to Liyona for featuring my poem on Go Dog Go Cafe’s Halloween challenge and Cee Neuner for featuring Mindfills on Ceenphotography featured blogger for October CMMC, and to Willow for linking Mindfills on her beutiful haiku. Thank you for being my inspiationšŸ™ It’s been a wonderful week. Will keep me writing.

into a mango ~ Huitain poetry

fit mango in your palm and squeeze
squishing the insides into mush
now bite the tip with practiced ease
as sweetness oozes in a rush
to smear your lips with orange slush
which drips down your palm, then elbow
and now you feel a foolish flush
just halfway into a mango

Mindfills for

dVerse – Tuesday Poetics hosted by Kim. How to cut a pomogranate…a fruity prompt šŸ™‚

I’m trying a new form of poetry from Go Dog Go Cafe – hosted by Donna Matthews – Huitain poetry – a derivative of theĀ French ballade
8-line stanza
ababbcbc rhyme scheme
Usually 8 to 10 syllables per line

glass case ~ a dizain

coz I’m in a glass case of emotion
curious eyes peer right into my tears
their noses pressing on the frosty pane
looking through the fog of my utmost fears
slyly searching past how I appear
I look around for a shelter to hide
but all of the outside is my inside
scattered are the shards of my silent scream
sweat mists my mind and I turn on my side
Is this real or am I in a dream?


Mindfills for

dVerse Poetics hosted by Mish. We are to use a line from a movie! I chose this
‘I’m in a glass case of emotion’ – Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy, 2004

Go Dog Go CafeDizain poetry : 10 line stanza, 10 syllables each, ababbccdcd – hosted by Donna Matthews

FOWC – search