Wings of Wonder

Wings of Wonder

She sits on the top of precious petals

Doing her thing, she doesn't meddle.

Naturally going about her daily business

Sucking on nectar, on all the richness,

That Mother Earth provided for her.

Pollinating along, while she travels

So she can help plants to reproduce

And later on you'll see all her fruits.

From the labor of these flying flowers.

They demonstrate their divinely powers,

In such way, I cannot comprehend.

It's a cycle that doesn't end.

I embrace these small wings of wonder

Throughout earth they glide to wander

A ubiquitous journey of their own.

Leaving a display, a colorful show.

October 31, 2013

Senryu

I have numerous poems. Many in haiku and senryu format. Many took a life of it's own - lots of spiritual ones.

Rumor

Rumor Senryu

He said, that she said,
they said, that we said, that you
said, it's all hearsay.,

I posted this on facebook yesterday (Wednesday, Oct. 30, 2013)

Where are we going?
Unlike Nature we are rushed.
Unlike the seasons.

 March 19 at 12:26am near Bristol

 

When I was working full-time and a supposed permanent job, I felt rushed, I was also a full-time mommy with 3 children. There was no time for me. I tried but I was exhausted.

 

 March 19 at 12:26am near Bristol

My home of  ten years.
There is a housing crisis.
Will I be homeless?

Forty eight thousand
Which is pennies for some folks
But  a lot for me.

July 6, 2012

Plog Senryu - Another Word I Coined

I rose this morning
like the sun did, but my rays
weren't reaching me yet.

Praying and vocal
meditation too, then I
became filled with words.

I started my day
filled like a tub with bubbles
of pure joyfulness.

I felt stuck and couldn't find the words via my hand or within, to pour out. I don't like feeling like that because my little poems bring me joy.  It's my second passion next to dancing salsa.  So I did a vocal meditation chant for about 20 minutes wholeheartedly and viola! It worked! It cleared me or cleared the pathways or washed away the gunk in me that was trapping my inner voice/wisdom.

I just added the last senryu because I didn't finish it and I think distraction-itis took over but was happy with my new poem.

Like the four seasons
The sunshine always returns
The cycle of life.

Haiku written on Wednesday June 27 at 9:14AM

This 17 syllable Japaneses style format poem is one I wrote to a friend but didn't send it to him. It was raining for 3consecutive days.  In my own thoughts I was thinking of how we have struggles and obstacles but somehow, someway they are resolved.  My biggest challenge is resolving my house issue.