The Breeze Kissed Me...

From the green hills beyond, it came, a whispering dancing trail and kissed me am sure, I touched my cheek and found its moist mark..fluttering my clothes, playing with my perfume, my hair it's toy! The lightening of my heart, the gladness and the blush on my cheek, the breeze kissed me am sure :)

Wisps of Smoke

Wisps of smoke
And the dark of the night
Now I see them now I don't
But they are
Against the velvety night
And the hard light
Grey, diaphanous?
Or iridescent.. silver, golden even?
They are.
Both.

Hurt

How deeply can you get hurt?
Are there layers?
How deep within?
Is each successive layer softer
Easier to crush
More vulnerable?
How would you know?
Is hurt measured in the hotness of tears?
How many times they were shed or when?
Is it measured at how sharp it is
Or how deep it is?
Are there layers?
Let's not talk about the core
But the hurt probably has layers
Like a rose bud cut with a knife
Petal by petal

Hues of the Rainbow..

We debate if this is the real world or that is
Wise ones say it is what you believe it is
(I could question their wisdom)
But what's the point
The question remains unanswered..

The many hues of the rainbow are pretty
Not just the blues and the yellows
But also all the ones in-between

Shall I clasp it with both hands
(and risk the discovery, it isn't)
Or continue with the belief it's within reach..
Not just a mirage or an illusion
But solid as iron rods
The question remains unanswered..

Night

I search for answers and find more questions instead,
I part the screen and see there are many layers yet
Sleep evades
Dawn is far
The lights burn low..

A Touch of Green

Its amazing what a dash of green can do to your home, veranda, special corner or wash room. Would I say green is my favourite colour? No, not... red maybe purple in its various hues of violet, mauve, lavender,burgundy but not green.
But its amazing how I crave green in the form of verdant foliage, leaves, stems, bamboos, green hearts of flowers..

Summers are approaching and much that they are my passion, the only little thing is that cut flowers don't last.. but then there are enough leaves, twigs and stems to more than make up for that..
A rich waxy green leaf or two of Plumeria, a few smaller green leaves from my garden and a refreshing eye rest for my study is ready... an artistically twisted wine of money plant with a tiny red tropical flower and its the perfect little touch to my wash room, to greet me every morning. A stately duo of umbrella palms in a long elegant vase and its all that I need for the living room..

Of course ferns remain elusive, those delicate fragile little things. They are fussy and temperamental, how I would love to have them with their white undersides and thin black stems..

In the meantime,an occasional plumeria or jasmine flower is a refreshing welcome addition to my pots and pans of green!

A Poem from the Heart

I looked for a poem to describe the lift of my heart
At the sight of flowers in vivid colours and hues
But found none
That matched what I felt
The exuberation and the content
The sea of love and joie de vivre
At their uplifting scent…

Petunias in their ruffled frocks
Sporting perfumes of an unknown stock
Mauve and purple, cranberry and grey
Striped and dappled
Fairy stories they say…

Carnations with their pretty heads
Tiny cut work in their wing
Waxy green their necks
Songs of spring they sing…

Every time I see
They wink and dance with glee
They are the ones who make my day
With their simple beauty and heady charm
I welcome them in my home and heart..