Rinsed With Morning’s Gold & Other Poems by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

July Online Open Mic

Bobbi Sinha-Morey’s refreshing poetry is here to uplift your day! Come take some time to relax and get lost in her calm words.


Rinsed With Morning’s Gold

From the ridge plums are
dangling from the vine like
ripe prayers, my cares waning
like a glacier’s melting thumb
looking to the sky where God
owns the heavens — a bird
changing its course in the wind,
the sun a streak of preach over
the lake, memories of the past
so far away from me having
bought my ticket with my tears
just to be here and that’s all
I’m going to spend, an idyllic
home by the water, my bedroom
window rinsed with morning’s
gold every day I waken.


Tulips

Morning just at their door,
breathing in the light wind
after they’d slept tulips shyly,
modestly pose as the dawning
blue shadows begin to grow,
tulips bending on their willowy
stems, petals so prettily parting
at the throat, their knots uncurling,
tying their lives together; tulips
each one of them budding girls
or old divas lit by the heavens,
their love outlasting the sun.


Knots

On my bed I feel like
a jeweller, gold chains and
diamond necklaces before
me, and it’s my mission to
examine each one that, like
fine threads, have either been
coiled together or tangled into
a series of hard knots. With
a tiny needle from my sewing
basket and a magnifying glass
I study one knot at a time
under the lamplight, picking
apart every intricate strand
that fingers alone could never
undo. With a fine eye for detail
one sleek golden lace was set
free in ten minutes; a silver
one with an amethyst having
the fine workings of a Rolex
watch I hold closely to
extricate each knotted inch
til it was clean as a river.
I could never do it under
the mad insistence of an egg
timer or stopwatch. I could
do this for wages, be paid
a tidy sum for ladies and girls
in their teens who had clumsy
hands on rainy days or days
before a special occasion,
the bonus seeing the curving
lip and glowing cheek of
the wearer dressed to the nines
for a formal affair.


Author:

Bobbi Sinha-Morey’s poetry has appeared in a widevariety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine,Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red KImono, andWoods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.com and her work hasbeen nominated for Best of the Net in 2015 and the Best of the Net 2018 AnthologyAwards hosted by Sundress Publications.

Follow:

Her website is located at http://bobbisinhamorey.wordpress.com.

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