Tonight, We Feast!

Crunching leaves, crackling branches,
creatures enter our land.
Slipping and sliding, huffing and puffing,
hearts beating to the rhythm
of life.

Their sweet, sweaty aroma
causes a buzz.
Tonight, we will celebrate.
Tonight, we will feast.
We will savor the pulsating blood
from the human beast.

Dancing around the tiki torch
in the dark of night.
Left, right, left, we dodge,
we gag, we hold our breath
from the evil scent.

An opening here…
an opening there…
like ninjas, we snip and snap
and eat our fill.

They clap and they slap,
but we’re way too fast.
Night after night, we feast
off sweet, sweet blood.
And time and time again,
they come back.

For herein lies
paradise –
tall trees, lush greens, fresh air,
plenty to share,
as they become prey
to the vampires
of the jungle,
the buzz-worthy
mosquito.

tiki

Autumn Leaves

Swirling in the air,
nature’s confetti
fallen to the ground,
a slumber party –

The color of mangoes
against the green grass,
a painter’s vision
of beautiful trash.

Drenched by rain,
blown by breeze,
always trampled on,
Autumn leaves.

Hear the crunch,
feel the wrinkles,
trace the lines
that twinkle

in the sun.
Sparkles and shines
from green to gold to red,
a chameleon of time.

Autumn Leaves
– image taken from Google

The Love of My Life

As the sun starts to rise,
I can feel her breath upon me
with the scent of morning dew.

Dancing in the breeze,
she glows with life.

Her hair rustles in the wind,
skirt flowing hypnotically
back and forth, rhythmically
and I am captivated
by her beauty.

Her wrinkled bulldog
skin glows with warmth
and I long to caress
each bump, each curve,
each crevice, touching it,
loving it, knowing it,
controlling it, predicting
her sometimes erratic behavior
as she breaks down
and cries,
shedding inches and inches
of tears
until her clothes
are no longer
dry.

When her anxiety is gone,
she smiles once more
and breaks my heart
with her rainbow emotions
and famous mid-day pastels.

Her mix of pinks and oranges
overlapping purples, intertwining
emotions freeze my eyes
with longing and I want to hold her
in my arms, in my memory
forever
under the golden, vanilla
sky.

Refreshingly sweet,
she whispers melodies
throughout the night,
calming my nerves
with her gentle voice,
brushing away pain
with a simple sweep
of her hand.

Late at night,
when I’m lost,
she guides me
with her moonlight.
Her sensual curves
of earthly tones
glows with love
as she undresses
before me
and I am struck
with awe.

A twinkle of light
sparkles in her eyes
as she melts
into the night
and I am mesmerized,
knowing, we would never
be one.

My Brush with Beauty

I am but an element
in nature’s canvas,
a mere splash of paint,
insignificant
compared to the fire bird
looming above me.
Its orange wisps
breathing energy
into the sky.

I see a beak,
perfectly defined,
connecting to
a textured chest
of feathered clumps
that dissipate
into the sky,
spreading wispy wings
and a fiery tail.

A life force of energy
weaving above me,
orange, pink, white
breaking into
the blue, blue sky.

Mesmerizing,
captivating,
the fire bird soars
through shadows
and silhouettes,
beyond houses and trees,
through mountains
to the horizon,
passed you and me.

The fire bird lives on
forever through time,
captured on
the canvas
of my mind.

Can you Beelieve it’s Spring?

To celebrate the arrival of spring, I wanted to dedicate a post to bees that miraculously appeared in my life.

Bee on Flower
Bee at the Santa Cruz Arboretum
Bee on Rose
Bee at the San Juan Bautista Mission
Bee on Violet Flowers
Bee at Gamble Garden in Palo Alto

And now for a poem about a special moment I had with a bee…

bee
– photo from underthesink.blogspot.com

A bee flew
onto my windshield,
landed without a sound.
As I thought,
“OMG, it’s a bee,”
its pulsating bottom
kept taunting me,

Beating like a heart,
Was it a sign of love,
or just biology?

Its legs were moving
constantly,
as if it didn’t know
what to do, dancing
on the windshield.

Then the wind
blew him away.
Maybe…
he was injured.

As I contemplated
this moment,
I saw a random truck
run a red light,
making
a left turn
from the straight
middle lane.

We see crazies
in this world.

And life

goes on.

 

 

 

Sunrise in the Sky

The only good thing about an early morning flight for a business trip is the possible opportunity to see the sun rise while you are flying high in the sky.  Lucky for me, this past Tuesday (being half awake), I was able to take in this beautiful view. 

While this is not the best shot I could have taken with my camera phone, it should give you a general idea 🙂  You see, I was too busy initially marveling at the view and coming up with the right words to describe it in my poem.  I hope you enjoy this piece.  By the way, do you spot the heart in the first photo?

sunrise in the sky

Sunrise in the Sky

An ocean of clouds,
textured, soft and clumpy
like cotton, like snow
bathed in champaigne
colored sunshine.

It weaves in and out
between mountain ranges
like wispy waves
thrashing
against the shore
moving
through ridges,
flowing
like a river,
falling
 
graciously,
sporadically
resembling
a waterfall

as the sun embraces
the glacier-like clouds
and mountains
with a gentle warmth,
a golden touch,
a lovely strip of pink
high above
the California sky.

I witness
this sight.

 

And here are two other cool images that I liked 🙂

Flying High
Flying High

 

 

Scene in the Wilderness

About two week’s ago, I posted an image of a sunrise at Tracy Arm Fjord, which I witnessed during my Alaska Cruise.  I have went ahead and wrote a poem based on that image =)  These are actually fun exercises.  If there is any photo that you would like me to try and write a poem on, please feel free to post it in the comments section.

Sunrise at Tracy Arm Fjord
Sunrise at Tracy Arm Fjord

Scene in the Wilderness

Half asleep, my eyes can see
a most amazing serene beauty,
golden sunlight mixed with
white wispy clouds
touching areas of pink
all hugging the baby blue sky
tenderly
above a white
snow-capped mountain
in the middle
of the ocean,
like a postcard
I didn’t expect
to see in reality.

Scene in the wilderness,
magical pastels
painted by light
captured in my eyes,
framed in my mind,
shot with my lens,
forever lives
in my soul.

The waves thrash gently
below the ship,
icebergs float aimlessly,
wind blows ferociously
in my face
as my hand freezes,
holding dearly
to my camera
trying to capture
this moment
at the break
of dawn –
Day 9 –
Tracy Arm Fjord.