From a mannequin

My hands: put them back,Where they always used to be,Bend me in my waist, rest myEyes over at thee. Wrap me in your merchandise,Put me by the door,Staring at the desolate,I beseech, entreat, implore. Lift chin with your hands bare,Keep my poise at rest,Move my body, tear me down,And leave me to protest. Detach me…

A thousand paper cranes

aren’t we all.just paper cranes.our paper wings.our paper veins.our paper necks.our paper skies.folding petty.paper lies. no. not flesh and bone.not smiles and screams.aren’t we all.just paper dreams? It took me the last 51 days to fold my first 1000 paper cranes. According to Japanese tradition, folding 1,000 paper cranes gives a person a chance to…

Wabi-sabi: Honoring transience

The foamy seaSalt on meFoam on meSalt in the sea. Azure skySeagulls highAnd I’m highAnd seagulls fly. My legs in sandWhite flour on landMy legs on landWhite flour is sand. Breeze hits skinWorld’s on a spinAnd then I spinWhen wind hits skin. Nature’s flowLife’s on a go,Don’t let it goBecome the flow. ~ Japanese life…

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: Week 3

I couldn’t agree more with C. Joybell’s quote, “I have realized; it is during the times I am far outside my element that I experience myself the most.” It’s been another week of the poetry challenge and it’s only getting better. This week was tough, like the previous week, but so much more whole. It…

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: Week 2

It’s been another week down in my poetry writing challenge. This week has been even more challenging and demanding for me, through its challenges. For a particular prompt I even had to write a limerick, which is way away from my writing style. However, words I never knew were in me, have found their way…