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If I were to look down into you,
I would see dark brown coffee grounds
And tea leaves that coax reading.
But aroma rises
And images swirl
Round,round they go,
Take me back
To your
World.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Weaver
Your dexterity in your weaving
Is surpassed only by the glibness of your tongue
You weave and tales come out of your fingers.
The interlaced patterns sometimes unravel
Whorls of ancient longings
Hurling you eons before your time.
I knit picked my way in
Drawn by the shadows
Of the loosely bounded tapestry.
The mesh, like web defies convention
Forming truths from strange connections.
As you pulled the last string into place
Nerves, taut as the strand
Swell from your hands.
From afar, I see the thing breathe on its own
Dispelling notions of your myths.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Haikus
Haiku
Whirlpool in my tea
August
Smell of earth rises
Almost, I can feel the leaves
Turning moss to brown.
Dawn
Dewdrops left behind
By the clouds, swept by the breeze
Leave no trace.
Spring
Tiny leaves spring forth
Dolls fill up the shelves.
Loll
Fog descends unhurried
Rain clings to the bamboo
My feet in the pond.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Poetry Potluck Week 42-Siblings, Cousins, and Friends ~ Jingle Poetry
Take off your mask
I am not going to laugh
I want to see
Your strangeness
Your uniqueness
Take off your mask
I want to know you
The furrows of your brow
The laughlines on your mouth
What makes you tick
Would you like to pick my brain?
I assure you
I'm harmless
I just want to see the face
Behind the mask.
We share something special
A common ache
A loneliness
So take off your mask
Here...
Take my hand.
-Ami de Manila
Hi Jingle Poetry,
This is my first time to submit here. I enjoy reading your poems . Best of luck!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
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