Monday, July 11, 2011


picart by ami

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


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


Whirlpool in my tea
 Keeping me awake but dreamy,
Book on the grass.

Smell of earth rises
Almost, I can feel the leaves
Turning moss to brown.

Dewdrops left behind
By the clouds, swept by the breeze
Leave no trace.

Tiny leaves spring forth
From the brown earth, one by one
Dolls fill up the shelves.

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

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
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!