he spun hued words

of his world of black and white

and let it soar beyond the wall

to an impossibly

bright sky




colors were his daggers

he would often draw upon

his muted soul

joy would roll down his cheek

giving a hue to his gray face




what he was he was

life sparked in his eyes

the lips radiated that aura

of bonhomie

at this crestfallen world of sham




he couldn’t say a hello

let alone hold her hand

all he could do

was pour his heart out

on the wall




once I saw

a picture of Helix Nebula

that reminded me

of his infinite heart

which was all seeing even in deep waters



Posted for dVerse Poetics: Street View hosted by Lilian


Meteor Showers

it started with a beach death,

on the right hand column-

four hapless whales

breathed their last

in Aceh Besar in Indonesia-

then rose the storm of meteors

of dark words…

that kept glittering

in their sinister shine-

fat, medium, thin headlines-

on the foreign page-

I was gobsmacked reading…..

how could a teen be accused

of raping a hen…a hen?

even on the Sport page glowed-

Dokic* revealed abuse

in her autobiography,

Why was this…



I better shut up

and stop abusing


after all meteors are meant

to be ashes only

*Jelena Dokic, former world No. 4 tennis player




Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Meteor Showers @ Poets United


 Also sharing with Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #15 hosted by Thotpurge