April 3, 2025

April 2, 2025

Wiltless


Tulip sways
In a gnarled garden
Petals flushed with fire, edges bruised
Perfume drowning in stench
Withered nettles, soured earth

Breeze carries traces
Damp decay, rust-bitten thorns
Hungry for what they cannot become
Dirt clings, acrid, insistent
Mocking sweetness with charred musk
Roots below ask a strangling question:
Why bloom when ruin is law?

Still, the stem
Stretches upward
Honeyed scent spilling
Into poisoned air
Refusing to wither
Refusing to yield

Rot is not the only ending
Beauty, once breathed

Lingers





March 26, 2025

Scorpion Jelly & Jellyfish Wine


In a parlor by the shore where the waves tickle toes
Lived a crab with a smile and a shell that just glows
“Step right up,” he motioned, with cups set in a line
“For tonight we shall sip on our jellyfish wine!”

With bubbles and giggles, it sparkled in the glass
A drink full of whimsy poured 'mid the tall grass
“Now come closer, dear friends, grab a cracker or two
For the feast I’ve got planned is all splendid and new!”

The carton of crackers ripped right open with glee
With a sprinkle of salt from the depths of the sea
But wait! What is this? The jar opens with a pop!
It is scorpion jelly, sure to make you hop!

“Oh my goodness, dear me!” said a fish with a flair
“Will we dare to sample such a curious fare?”
“A dab on your cracker,” the crab urged with a grin
“Here’s a bite full of zing, let the tasting begin!”

They nibbled and chuckled, with each munch bringing cheer
As the latest flavor flowed, there was no more fear
So remember this story whenever you dine
Serve your scorpion jelly with jellyfish wine!





March 20, 2025

The Pastel Waltz of Springtide (Nonet)


Springtide awakens with pastel charms
Zephyrs waltz in flourishing fields
Earth shakes off its wintry rest
Bright petals claim the land
Golden sunlight spills
Birds wax in song
Flowers grow
Life now
Free





March 19, 2025

Sun. Sand. Salt.

 









Sunken Meadow State Park
Tuesday, March 18, 2025

~@~





March 5, 2025

Danse Haiku: Act XII

Scene 1


Behind the cool glass
Aquamarine panoply
A guppy pageant



Scene 2


In the grand foyer
Shining armor on display
Sentry at the door



Scene 3


On eager pages
Words wait in the thesaurus
My pen makes them dance




February 26, 2025

The Library Rhinoceros



The library's calm, where pages turn slow
A rhinoceros tiptoes from row to row
No one looks up as it quietly paces
Past aisles of wisdom and silent faces

With skin like old leather, thick and serene
It blends with the books, oddly unseen
Horn bent like a question, unspoken, profound
Yet peace is the only deafening sound

Not a chair stirs, nor a glance it does meet
For the rhino moves gently on curious feet
A creature of strength, of power so grand
Yet here in the stillness, it chooses to stand

Among all the knowledge, cautiously dwells
A spot where whispers and wonderments swell
The world rushes by, but here in this place
The rhinoceros lingers, a symbol of grace




February 20, 2025

Anatomizing Mona Lisa


She sits
Ensconced in chiaroscuro
Liminal being enshrined
In clandestine tableau
Dwelling in ambrosial space
Where silence outspeaks oracles
Her visage, a simulacrum of stillness
Her eyes—merciless auguries—trace steps
Across a landscape where sands of time
Have ebbed and effluxed

Her rictus—
Dare one deem it a smile?
Sibylline curve of lips
Meaning coiled in questions
Neither yielding delight nor despair
A covenant, a susurrus
On the cusp of respiration

Drapery of her vestments
Descends like a pall over the cosmos
Each pleat a wrinkle in a fabric of enigmas
Her hands repose in quiescence
Akin to a river that has mastered
The alchemy of forbearance
Resting as the alabaster of ancients
Invoking the wisdom of aeons
To cradle the weight
Of unspoken truth

Beyond her—
Ah, the wilderness
Panorama of serpentine pathways
Craggy escarpments and placid waters
Yet it is she, not the realm
Who remains the zenith of every gaze
Locus of all mysteries
Paragon of paradox, an eternal sigil
Awakened
By the skilled
Strokes


Of Leonardo Da Vinci's brush






February 14, 2025

Zephyr's Sigh


Your laughter lingers, gossamer-thin
Like silver threads in twilight spun
Each word you speak a cadence soft
In dusk’s milieu, where we are one

Your touch is woven from the wind
A zephyr’s sigh in the open wild
You are the sea’s immortal hymn
So fierce and tender, undefiled

Within your eyes, the stars converge
A galaxy of quiet charms
Your breath, the pulse of ancient trees
Wrapped in nature’s hopeful arms

Take now my heart, for all it's worth
And bind it fast in love’s decree
For in your promise, I'll remain
And soar with you, forever free

Happy Valentine's Day!
~@~