steps in veiled autumn
rose bushes sad crave for warmth
sprawled leaves create art
nature's spree over
glimmering streaks of light spread
on glorious fields
pumpkin patch dazzles
birds end yearly rendezvous
time to fly back south
Categories:
tiptoes, autumn, seasons,
Form: Haiku
Frustrating being a poet.
If I am to write for you
I do have to read your mind.
So what are the words that arouse your passion?
And why do you love
that stew pot while you possess
ballet that is danced to beautiful music
tripped, as they say, to that light fantastic?
A meaty dish with vegetables:
carrots, potatoes, onions, leeks.
Ballet, on tiny tippytoes,
decorous, comely ankles and winged feet.
Oh, feet that fly to the level
of your beautiful eye
while your spry toe-tips and heels
are but a foot apart.
Would you be telling me far too much,
by letting me read that look in your eye,
as I guess that mélange of thoughts
of beautiful ballet and succulent stew?
(16 Mar 2024)
Categories:
tiptoes, dance, food,
Form: Free verse
few people could tiptoe through the tulips with this kind of pizazz
we watched her doing it, and laughed at our cousin Jazz
She has some kind of magic, a kind of razz-a-ma-tazz
This was said by our Uncle the amazing Mr. Morazz
Jazz has a way that includes everyone, the thick and the thin.
she delights me, my giant smile goes almost down to my chin
Her hair is flying into the air, the garden seems to wear a grin
She makes looking terrific easy, says our mutual cousin, Little Finn
we watch her tiptoe through the garden, and the flowers glow.
She is lithe and lively, pretty at all times, red roses sway to and fro
Jazz makes the garden come alive, says our favorite Uncle Joe.
How she brings about such joy, we may never fully know.
Categories:
tiptoes, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Chameleon
Tiptoeing in the wilderness
Does not see left
Does not see right
Appetite ahead of its body
Then shoots its tongue forward
Only to get it stuck in thorns
Categories:
tiptoes, metaphor, passion,
Form: Imagism
Oh, she has lifted on tiptoes
and gifted lips to me for kiss
that was so tired, and autumn knows
wet silence. There were soundless tears
of ours, they were falling down,
And there was boring dying day,
All being had a boring gown
excepting only dream, I say.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Igor Severyanin, 1909
Categories:
tiptoes, emotions, feelings, kiss, metaphor,
Form: Lyric
Lively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.
Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?
Or have they found me faithless,
Lusting after phrases
And daisy chains of impish words,
And in anger run away?
Fled they like southing swallows
Escaping Winter’s blight?
Will they come back to me one day
Like old Capistrano’s birds?
If a wordless king is a pauper;
And a well-spoken peasant rich;
And words are the gems we offer
To woo the ones we love,
Am I then to be destitute
When I wear the crown of years?
For if my wealth of words is gone,
I cannot beg at Heaven’s gate.
Categories:
tiptoes, language, loss, memory, remember,
Form: Free verse
There she goes
walking on tiptoes
I watch her for a while
talking on her mobile
when the call ends
her heels slowly descend
Categories:
tiptoes, change, cool, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
On tiptoes
I walk into your house
It's a surprise
I can't make a sound!
On tiptoes
I open your bedroom door
I'm so excited
We were so long apart
On tiptoes
I walk to your bed
It's so dark
But I can see you there
I bend over to kiss your face
And stop, frozen in place
There's an arm circling your chest
And another head where mine used to rest
You're not alone
And I didn't know
That I had been replaced
So fast, so cold
On tiptoes
I back off
There's no reason to stay
There's nothing there anymore
On tiptoes
I walk to your front door
I look around and say goodbye
To the future I have no more
On heavy steps
I walk away
Must find my place
Must find my way.
****
December 05, 2016
Categories:
tiptoes, betrayal, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
Standing on toes, we might be able to see above the crowd
Sometimes it’s better to duck than let what we see enrage us
We must tiptoe softly through the sensitive hearts of others
* Entry for Rick's contest
Categories:
tiptoes, introspection, life
Form: Sijo
the white fog tiptoes...
in the stillness of the night,
the thief leaves no trace
Categories:
tiptoes, imagination, nature, time,
Form: Haiku