‘she has often seen a cat without a grin but never a grin without a cat’ — Lewis Carroll, Alice In Wonderland


Pretend with a smile

than snarl

at some incorrigible, halfwit

that can’t be redeemed to cerebral grace.

Even if blood boils in rage,

cells holler for counterstrokes,

create tender moments with diplomacy.

Be a Cheshire Cat.

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Masks @ Poets United





They are the windows

of my soul.

I always keep them open

to let in

Fragrant Mother Earth

in all Her caprice.

She dancingly rises

in Her butterfly wings

from the potted blooms below

just to touch my old cheeks.

I keep one or two

thunders or a few raindrops

in my heart as Her gift.

I am often that single palm tree

still growing taller

watching the winks of that emerald eye

lying lazily in all her fluidity and

I never miss to look in

at the mysterious human ‘me’

inside the tiny apartment

who is birthed everyday anew

beside the ceiling to floor windows

looking out.



Posted for dVerse Poetics ~ Looking Out / Looking In hosted by Lilian