Scaly serpent writhes
Amid rough and tumbled rocks;
God created all.
Serpent Haiku
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Hooded Thoughts
Sable clad, the dread silent night arrived,
Quiet as the full sated homing herd;
Dusk crept in gloom cover and cast a pall
O’r muted chimes and dead footfall in couching
Heavens loomed in ebon splendor, couchingi
Above my gloomy bower; lonely and parching
I lay waiting, waiting for slumber’s balm-
On sagging springs – my wayward thoughts to calm.
Solo and in pairs, paced the squadrons combined,
Unruly hordes, soul’s dark companions, to bind
Fetters on dreams; and hooded.thoughts collage
My lone nights and enthrall my peace in cage.
Gentle Paraclete, whisper and dispel
My gloom as day brightens in morning’s spell.
Sunsets Heartaches
Cattails threw shadows
Into placid stream surface,
Gleaming at the setting.
Beak to beak crooning,
Floating on curvy waters,
The swans patterned heart throbs.
From the west oozed
Burnt orange blaze, and
The waningred red glow
Silhouetted life’s moments
In earnest molecules.
And in pallid seconds,
In the midst of the angst of torment,
Between the demented heaven
And the heartbreaking earth,
The struggling soul gasps.
Eden Haiku
At first, there was light
And the Garden of Eden;
God came down the light.
Winter Transience
Latticed flakes, feather light,
Floated like eider down
And lightly lingered
Upon eyelashes aflutter,
Cheeks aglow and nosetips in freeze.
Amid the snowy florets
In the winter hush,
My footfalls muffled
In the downy pavement.
I walked with upturned face
Where crystalline blooms,
In whispering touches,
Winked and vanished.
In candy sugar ice,
The twigs and branches
Gleamed in fairy luster
In the charmed wood
Where the pathway crossed.
Winter’s brittle splendor,
In ethereal sheen,
Wafted me to enchantment
Aloft myriad graces
Into intimate magic, and,
Alas, a world of transience.
Summer Girls
Summer slipped in
Taking stealthy steps
Lagging behind nippy May
Which cool-caressed cheeks.
The sun began to linger
Making days longer
And humid air
Pearl-beaded foreheads.
The light-washed scenes
Brought warm-colored thoughts!
What a joy it was
To watch summer girls
Waltzing in
To parks and picnics
In their floral-print dresses,
Wafting their flutter sleeves,
And dripping sunlight in their smiles.
The ubiquitous bird-watchers
Stood by gleefully,
Sighing in deep satisfaction
While the elderly reminisced
About the bygone summers
Of spent youths.
My Stout Heart
Oh, my heart
Was so fragile
And brittle like crystal.
So easily broken
By an unkind word
Or cruel gesture
That could scratch
Or even crack!
I hid them.
And wore Teflon
For the world to see
An unscathed mien.
But deep within my tender heart
I felt the wounds.
Yet, covered they were
From probing eyes
Concealing all the hurts
Showing to all the world
An unbroken facade.
Time, in its inimical fashion,
Passed unhindered,
Not seeking palliatives.
The heart lived-
Albeit stitched and patched-
Unlike the crystal
Surviving as a whole
Surviving sturdily
The buffets of time,
The thorns of relations
And the cruel ills of society,
Declaring to the world,
“I have lived
And have grown stout”.
After Freeze
Cold bit my fingers
In the flurry
As I scraped ice
From windshield
And windows.
I blew hot breath
Into frozen fingers.
But it was pain
That pricked through tips
As blood defrosted
And began to flow
As feelings came alive
Bringing back memories
Of excruciating life
As blood awakened
And channelled through limbs.
Dragonfly
The summer was balmy
And the air hung like Indian muslin.
A somnolent lethargy overtook me
As I lay in my hammock
By the pond, hidden among weeds,
Whose surface shone speckled
By water’s sheen breaking through pondscum.
A sudden stir in the air above pond,
A glimmer of irridiscent colors!
A dragonfly was flitting upon the pond,
Transparent wings flashing colors
From metallic patches-
Red, brown, yellow, blue .
Helicoptering above, it lit
Upon a lily pad, compound eyes swirling
Its encircling globular vision searching,
A predator seeking prey.
But Fate decrees its tragic moments.
The unwary dragonfly foolishly forgot
The predator in the shallows.
A sudden splash and whiplike motion!
A bullfrog leapt up mouth opening,
Flicking its long and sticky tongue out,
And captured the hapless dragonfly.
Thus marked the end
Of a predator by a predator.
A Promise
We held hands and promised
To grow old together,
To laugh at our follies,
And to cry at our mistakes.
It was the promise of a dream
To wait together for the sunset,
A dream that was shattered
When one hand had to let go.
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