Saturday, April 10, 2010

Scenes from a Wedding

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 10

"You may now kiss the bride"
And they kissed
Sitting in the front row
A peck of innocent love
They're small smiling faces flush
The flower girl and the ring bearer
Aged four and five.

Later, they skipped along
Hand in hand
Stumbling their way to the garden fountain
Amused stares and short laughs of delight
They were oblivious to
Frolicking and splashing the day away.

At sunset
The wedding band played Sinatra
Under the white canopy
Amidst the dancing couples
They were a precious pair
He was on a mission, she was his muse
He held a sombre expression
As she twirled slowly
He carefully bent one knee
As she clumsily dipped
Suddenly he whispered something in her ear
They ran out.

Her lavender dress
Matched the frosting on the cupcakes
Just devoured, crumbs still stuck on their faces
They slept peacefully
In the last pew of the last row
Dreaming sweet dreams of happiness
As the affair continued outside.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Betel Leaves

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 9

He strums his guitar
Sitting on the porch
In the ginger night air
Wattling strings of music
Whispering a love song.

She sits next to him
Swaying, drunk on his ballad of love
She feels powerless
Like a marionette
To which he holds the strings
Tugging on desire,
On pain, on love
Inside her.

Suddenly, she grasps his arm
Like a tigress' talon grasping its prey
Luscious and tempestous, she leans forward
But just as suddenly, he pulls away.

She sits stunned
Its like he pulled the rug beneath her feet
And let her fall, head first, on the floor
Brusied, she gets up and begins to cry.

He laughs
A child's laugh
A wicked one
The sound makes her nauseous,
Bitterness rises like bile inside her
It reminds her of chewing betel leaves.

A fringe of cherry blossoms surround them
On this warm summer evening
But why does it feel like a cold winter night?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

A String of Pearls

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 8

A string of pearls
Smooth and soft,
Lustrous and light

The pearl oyster
Shapes its destiny
Consuming parasites
Growing its own selfish beauty

Out comes the pearl
A triumph of life's wonder
Attracted to others like it
Forming a molten string of exotic white

Loosely strung around the neck
The heartbeat of the bearer rises
Here lies intoxicating security
In this most flattering jewel
For any, for all

Round, tear drop, baroque or pear
They are all exquisite
They are all worthy of love
They are all to be treasured

Even in death it will live,
It has shown only life when alive.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Vogue Exposed

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 7

The escalator floated upward
got on the fashionista and the flirt,
on cloud nine, lost in the dream
rudely awoken by a rip and a tug
Off came her stair-caught skirt

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Veiled

30 peoms in 30 days challenge! Day 6

Life Magazine's Top 50 Photos of 2009

I am enveloped in a sea of white,
The scarf, neatly tucked underneath my chin.
I am faceless and nameless,
My eyes, black slits, my windows to the world.

I walk through the busy streets.
My beauty a mystery,
My feelings invisible, just like I am.

But in my silence there is strength,
My veil is my honour and my identity,
It is my inheritence,
The legacy of my ancestors.

It liberates me because I am unknown,
It stifles me because I remain unknown.

It is not shame or fear that makes me look down,
But prayers, my eyes closed and head bent
As I hear the familiar call to The All Merciful,
Ringing in this land of Seven Sands,
A land I call my home.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Shiva, Hitler and Venus

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 5

Shiva, a young boy with divine powers,
When he sang, there were storms and torrential rains,
Trees fell, mud houses melted,
But crops flourished and villagers prospered;
He was their destroyer and their saviour.

Hitler, the neighbour's cat, a menace to mice,
Dreadful and dangerous,
Regal and solitary,
An unforgiving hunter who killed them all.

Lake Venus, beautiful and serene,
White as an angel's white robe in winter,
Blue as the blue bird in summer,
The seductive Goddess of the the Island.

The question begs to be asked, dear reader:
Would ol' Shakespeare's rose by any other name
Indeed smell as sweet?

Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Scramble

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 4

The bride hurled the bouquet into the crowd,
It took its own whimsical path through the winds
Before landing in her hands.

There was a scramble and then a shout of joy,
Her destiny was sealed by roses,
Yes, she would have her boy.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Masterpiece

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 3

The Prima Donna sang while he painted.

She swirled through a lyrical melody,
He brushed a stroke of blue serenity on a white canvas.
She strung a low note with dramatic intensity,
He drew a circle of melancholy, bold black and centered.
Her pitch and tempo rose; high and fast,
He splattered crimson onto it with passion.
Her voice was building into a crescendo,
He knew better than to stop now.
A swish of anger,
A smear of dread,
A trace of eternal bliss!

Then suddenly she stopped.
It was his modern art masterpiece.

Friday, April 2, 2010

She knew

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 2

She knew it would rain today
The cloudless, sunny sky had nothing on her.

She knew the sky would darken with thunderous black clouds,
And the rains would fall like never before,
Just like her tears had, the day he'd left her.

The weather report on the radio
The weatherman on TV
The Weather app on the iPhone
And The Weather Channel
All proclaimed three days of blissful sunshine
But she knew otherwise.

She knew the forecasts were tricking everyone,
But she wasn't fooled.
She's been fooled before - not again, no, never.

She knew it would rain just like she knew he would never call,
But he called and it rained.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Lift

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 1

High heels and a nose job,
Nothing else could lift her spirits.

Parachutes, airplanes, a rocket to the Moon,
Lifting him up and setting him free all at once.

The first Rising Sun, martial arts, Yoko Ueno,
She rises and shines, deep in concerntation then soaring in rhythm.

If the things that could lift us up, could keep us there forever,
Would we know ecstacy?