Harmony of sorts, in steps

securing distance from destinations

a rehearsed human sleepwalk

addressing swiftly a elbow touch

spinning on tips at shoulder taps

blending an air of vulnerability

into the patience of waiting in unison

 

classic oxfords in frayed laces

loafers blatant and cheap

crocodile leather pumps in cheer

sentimental booties with scratched heels

cushioned soles pointing to a weekend escape

knee high boots shuffling towards warmer climes

mules tapping stress into the carpet

sneakers exuding a hysterical attitude

espaderilled physically withstanding the rush

 

each pair lightly steering

nervous limbs towards a submissive rhythm

treading on common ground

a collection of clockwork steps

blending the walk and the talk

 

coordinated and in cadence

pausing at the self effacing eye contact

marshaling an unpretentious protest

each foot forward demonstrates

a souvenir store like collaboration

definite strides that transition

mankind at an airport

 

mankind…..

surprisingly still a stunner

sure footedly dodging differences

darting onwards step in step

towards a shared ride

of an iconic human purposefulness

She lived a flower arrangement routine

Details, twines, pin holder perfection

I box flowers in confused bursts

tiger lily’s unabashedly preen

peony’s skip in affection

embarrassing edges wilt with thirst

 

She taught with the skills of a practitioner

Brought a capable introverted stability

I teach work as worship

agile, evolving as an exhibitioner

bursting in interaction vs her brevity

my motherhood an entrepreneurship

 

She was preceded by the fragrance of her reputation

Herbs, sauces, mixes framed a culinary infrastructure

I cook in random experiments

my pots and pans fighting a rescue operation

my hands knead batter but are trained to sculpture

time affordability not allowed to be an impediment

 

She converges us to a center, I signal a divergence

She distills our opinions, I extricate through absorption

She is the window to my space, I hold the door to their dreams

She sacrifices with regulation, I indulge to test rebellion

When you laugh at each other

and seek advantage in it

When secret signals are not a bother

and sparks outperform the need to be lit

Where heartache headily cocktails with gratitude

and purpose draws a canvas

Where curves show up as smiles in multitudes

and heartbeats paddle in practice

Why arguement is now a deliberation

and assimilation is iterative

Why curiousity becomes a foundation

and language is mutually stimulative

How fragility glistens on a diamond

and opportunity becomes shared

How moments concretize into an island

and minutes without the other seem impaired

Who scribbled a dream in fairy lights

and designed a boulevard of souls

Who interlocked hands as life shone in floodlights

and embraced the awkwardness of adjusted roles

Mama kind of beautiful
Panasonic cloud view
Her kind of aromatic
Pine sol clean and invigorating
She is that kind of advocate
On watch, available, her optimal self
Their kind of heroics
Auto configured resilience many 9 months
Mama kind of nurturing
Breast embraced cocoon
Her kind of professionalism
Everyday kitchen and laundry ethics
She is that kind of spiritual
screams incompetence to God as he watches cities fall
Their kind of happiness
Always flowing into and from others

Mama kind of vibrance
Illuminating with inspiration in the darkest hours

Be determination

born of steps deliberate

tender force engulfs us

 

Warm hands cusp my storms

she saves chestnuts under her pillow

I borrow my goodnight calm

 

She is quilting fierce

circles like orbits, relentless colors

I devour each touch dew like

 

Reluctance never her

forward onward upward teaches

mystery leaves more to seek

 

Sure fix for pores and skin spots; tentative results with your porous past that never stays sealed

Smooth’s flyaway strands; never sleek enough when hit by realization gusts

Pretty eyelids with peony shades; bags underneath tell the tale

Juice mask tranquility for 30 mins; before bitterness hits the palate

Crushed petals on eager pristine sheets; a nauseating loneliness still lingers after the spa

Scrubbing extracts leave a glow; doubtful belief embers a fire

Infusing complex oils heal except when enticing coarse remnants of your skin; flowing into furrows of bruises and broken veins

Eau de toilette spritz uplifts; fritters away as imminent notes of fatigue takeover

Hydrated and wrinkle cared for with a full service manipulation; but nothing plugs that relentless fountain of toxics

Beauty trapped in every swath of your being awaits a release; offering permission and persuasion does not need a spa appointment

 

Seven vows most sacred, I wore pink taffeta and lace

fire flamed in a designer glow, you looked sharp, ornate crest emblazed

Stepping into everafter, the portico blossoming sacred with chants and marigold

brimming hope, my father gave my hand into your palm to hold

Appendage like on your right, the first circle of trust complete

promise of health and household should not feel such a burdensome feat

Shuffling along in tune with the second narration

my fingers laced cold against your palm, an uncanny insinuation

The third circle was dedicated to righteous wealth

my lace snagged on your gold, did I feel it tighten like a nooze, of death?

My heart pumped, we were in the middle

the fourth message was harmony, your eyes met mine like a riddle

I knew the fifth, sixth, seventh vows were a never

pompous demands.imbecile assurances.your nervous tremor

where and when had it become such an endeavor

Let the seismic play, the planets, the dates, and stars

rotate backward, undo the scars

My pause to our hesitant music, let us nurse a thoughtful convalescence

your choice needs to be surgical, the warts you deal with are obviously extraneous

I desire, someday to complete my unfinished vows, in their essential quintessence

silence now will chafe our patience, lessons with stumbling starts are trickier to discern

Oh long fingered woman of mine

your core had memorable scars

Walked straight, with an agility to align

color, gender, set apart with your own shine

Pristine house stood on its pillars

echoed enchantment whenever you borrowed that mike

progress reshaped with others, brutality backtracked

Ever at fore and front, never a filler

stakeholder care, a functioning calm, shifting the tide

mirroring hope to that young girl, a new playbook that had lacked

Books, besides your beau you sought

the mortality of power, you shrugged, scorned

standing proudly by his side, what a handsome dance you taught

glistening oration prominent with gravitas you adorned

well brewed, a glory reimagined

flaunting deep vibrancy and a bold glow

stride surpassing ever resistant roads

your signature brand, ever-impassioned

optimism for a volatile country, you challenged status quo

veteran, children, women, oriented to a purposeful workload

Vulnerable woman, intimate, groundbreaking

You, Michelle, slayed low and stayed high –

Checkmate!!

NaPoWriMo 2017

Arranged marriage myths

a few-

– hotbed of marital conflict

– parents license the first kiss

– romance impaired by relative blitz

 

Contrasting the styles of courtship

dating essential to unzip

vs

stimulation being a mental trip

listening intently talking glib

vs

silence as a musical trip

 

Champagne as a toast to life

two souls discovered in strife

memories built for afterlife

vs

apathy preventing a revive

boxed pictures in archives

 

Dreams housed vs dream houses

love or arranged, maple syrup vs molasses

delineating ‘how’ignores handclasp basics

 

NaPoWriMo2017

 

 

brewed for years

within my taste cortex

the lingering flavor

of conversation in motion

simmering pot gurgles

ideas in each leaf

delectable biscotti dip

crumbs forming journey maps

whistling kettle calls to action

healing pot is shared

lingering napkin stains

mock at the sipping sounds

singeing at puckering lips

rain drizzles like honey drops

the anthem of tea

steams gentle furrows

transporting across borders

lemon ginger healing

infusing each cup

with

cinnamon saltiness of tears

english breakfast crisp of words

savored in spiced friendship

memory bags dipped

in sense and sensory

palpable notes

for a lifetime

preserved

NaPoWriMo 2017