Poem on Christmas Harmony

featured in the poetry forum December 25, 2023  :: 0 comments

Come with me
and fill my Christmas tree
with your creativity and love.
One day I lit your lamps
amidst firecrackers.
Another time I fasted
and stood with you
in sighting the crescent.

Now it is your turn
to step with me
to strengthen the roots
of my Christmas tree.
Let us settle our disputes
in the heart
of the bells and baubles.
Let us find joy
in each other’s eyes
and walk towards
a new future,
a future called oneness.

editors note:

Yes, let’s! ‘Tis the Season! – mh clay

3 Haiku: Maternal Bliss

featured in the poetry forum December 13, 2022  :: 0 comments

ninth month bliss
a human companion
to her furry child

her angry kicks
on my chest
fall of poppy petals

paper art
I linger by her
pink mountain

editors note:

Little pics of little bliss along the way. – mh clay

Three Haiku: Dreams and Thoughts

featured in the poetry forum November 7, 2021  :: 0 comments

satiated in dreams
he pats his stomach
the homeless man

flying in sleep
and off his bed
rolls the toothless superman

under the roots
of ancient oak
buried childhood dreams

editors note:

Dream for not homeless if not hero. – mh clay

4 Haiku: Summer Rain

featured in the poetry forum July 18, 2021  :: 0 comments

summer rain
a baby sparrow’s
soft chirp

butterflies in silky stem
the fragrance of
plastic roses

immigrant gardener huddled
in a corner
the scent of dried leaves

before diagnosis
the sun protrudes
with its lump-sized flesh

editors note:

Creatures of the same landscape. (We welcome Padmini to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

My Polished Cabinets

featured in the poetry forum April 6, 2021  :: 0 comments

Before turning into my cabinet
they were teak trees,
their tangled bark
smoothened through many cuts.
I heard they protested with every bruise,
snapped their branches at
every beating they took
and the wind howled when they
were forced out of mother earth.
But, the axe had its way
so that I do not have to work on the floor.
My cabinet now looks ‘pretty’ and
polished, wiping out all traces
of the rough bark, wild and intertwined.

editors note:

Our kitchens come from carnage. Deaf to their cries, we bake our pies. – mh clay

3 Haiku: white, walls, & wings

featured in the poetry forum January 8, 2021  :: 0 comments

spring rain
scent of rain
on the wood white butterfly


rainy evening
shadow of patterned wings
on dripping walls


rain aftermath
songbird drying her wings
in the sun

editors note:

In this new year, let’s have sun after rain. – mh clay