Sunrise Sonnet

As the body wakes
the sun builds above the hills
tight muscles ache
and meadowlarks trill

The quiet night sounds break
to a hymn of life
as the orange-gold rays overtake
the stings of night-strife

One breath crests
unfurls the leaves of pipal-
let the eye-of-god
rest upon his people

My body bows in first position,
an active sunrise meditation

Published in Sonnet Playground in 2011.

Anger – a sonnet

She mutters, sputters, and broods
until she explodes
into a fuel-flamed feud-
it spatters alike on friend and foe.
Better a blow than a long slow
fuse; the cold burns and freezes,
the blood cools, the mind follows
a regimen of gross revenges.
Her anger hinges
on what she feels this second.
Each flaming word singes-
her every word an affront.

I slap the water in disgrace;
the wavy lines reflect her face.

 

From Sonnet Playground published 2011.

To my husband

As your chest rumbles near my ear,
we lie entwined together;
my heart is in your steady care
’twill bind this love we have forever.

We met upon a sandy beach.
You rubbed my back; we talked for hours-
the rotting fish, the seagulls screech-
our love was soft as summer showers.

Could you have known that this one life
could bring us happiness and care?
That neither joyfulness nor strife
could ever break apart this pair?

The love you’ve brought me is much more
than any man could give me – rich or poor.

 

From Sonnet Playground published 2011.

Angry voices – a sonnet

I heard the angry voices from next door;
it chilled the broken pieces of my heart.
My parents used to fight through
pain, sickness, twisted love. Our simple part
to hide our heads in shame. You slammed
the door to make a point; the point
was lost inside our brains; we’re blamed
for each and every word. You coined
the damning phrase— “if you loved me.”
Though long ago the broken shards
grind in this lump of flesh within me,
those words cut sharp as playing cards.

She screamed at him; I clutched my core.
I heard the angry voices from next door.

Sunrise Sonnet

As the body wakes
the sun builds above the hills
tight muscles ache
and meadowlarks trill

The quiet night sounds break
to a hymn of life
as the orange-gold rays overtake
the stings of night-strife

One breath crests
unfurls the leaves of pipal-
let the eye-of-god rest
upon his people

My body bows in first position,
an active sunrise meditation.

Published in Sonnet Playground in 2011.