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
Little pics of little bliss along the way. – mh clay
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
Dream for not homeless if not hero. – mh clay
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
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
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.
Our kitchens come from carnage. Deaf to their cries, we bake our pies. – mh clay
spring rain
scent of rain
on the wood white butterfly
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rainy evening
shadow of patterned wings
on dripping walls
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rain aftermath
songbird drying her wings
in the sun
In this new year, let’s have sun after rain. – mh clay
