#nuptials
***Down the aisle she came
an image of bliss,
dressed in purple and white
elegance, wrapped in a kiss.
The flow of her hair
the petals under her feet,
the roses and lavender
all simple and sweet.
Such a lovely vison
this lady in white,
and the man by her side,
enchanted by her light.
The music played lightly
as the vows were read,
all listened passionately
to every word being said.
The kiss so sensual
with a magical air,
showing all who witnessed
the love they share.
And then they danced
a dance all their own,
looking deep into the eyes
of their forever home.
~***
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
On the day when I compose
The Best Man Speech for my brother's wedding,
Quoting Lin Manual-Miranda,
Practicing quoting "love is love is love"
In the bathroom mirror,
As I forcefully gesticulate for the triumphant finale,
That little seed of self-doubt creeps in.
I haven't done enough, haven't accomplished enough.
I need to write some poems; I need to submit more.
I'm published widely; I haven't been published in a week.
It isn't good enough; it's never good enough.
I'm never good enough.
As Radiohead said, I've given it all I've got,
And yet,
I'm never good enough.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
Yes, it was a hot day for a black wedding,
I swapped my life for a golden ring,
I did not check those sinister omens,
As I volunteered to change my cognomen,
All our families, garbed in black,
Once hitched, there was no turning back,
A fateful dark matrimonial,
Indeed, a disastrous ceremonial.
'Twas already a dim bleak wedlock,
Nuptials in black was a shock,
So much for my late spouse,
Yelling at me to clean his house,
Is biology destiny? I used to ask,
Is housework only a woman's task?
Once, I swapped my soul for a golden ring,
Yes, it was a hot day for black wedding.
(Tough!).
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
In dead earnest,
she tries to raise hell,
put on an act
as best as she can,
forgetting altogether
she still is a greenhorn
in such matters, though
graduated to be his bride
from a lover for so long
underprivileged all the while,
grabbing the very first chance
after the new found privilege.
He watches her goof up
inexperience in evidence,
out of the corner of his eye
does nothing but conceals his smile;
caught in the act, her perplexity
gives her up, that was the best part
of the act: the bride's belligerence.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Sun skies up our night
Blue rise in our sight
Loneliness confessed
Happiness and blessed
In this floating world
As bliss comes unfurled
Freed from just me
We now will bleed
As one
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC