Moringa Oleifera

This is the moringa oleifera or what the locals in PI call kamunggay or malunggay.  Most everyone grows this wonderful tree in their yard. Though delicate and fragile looking they are packed with vitamins, minerals and antioxidants, it's considered a superfood.  They add the tiny green leaves to soups, omelettes, spaghetti as well as other dishes.  They are delicious!  The pods that grow from the trees are also edible, the first year's growth but subsequent growths become bitter over time.  I haven't had the pleasure of trying the pods yet but I will eventually.  Yummy stuff!

Nature's Columns

Island Sunset

I kneel

In reverence

Savoring the last

Of your golden touch

Before the moon

Caresses me

With her

Incandescence

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Native Tongue

They spoke to me

In their native tongue

Of the birds

And all of nature

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From Afar

I see you there

Beautiful and serene

A peek of brilliance

Is all you are willing

To offer

So I shall stand here

Admiring from afar

Fear keeping me rooted

Lest I get too close

And drown in your

Beguiling charms

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I Didn't Ask And It Didn't Tell

Frightening beauty

Succulent Vine

Naked Truths

Your passion receded

I am left exposed

To naked truths

I can't deny

Low tide

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Aloof

She stands alone

Aloof

Distant

The bonfire

Smoldering

In her soul

Shrouded

With fragility

Undiscovered

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Well Preserved

Beauty

Well preserved

For all eternity

To never know

Vulnerability

To never know

Life

Frozen

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Cyclone

I'm a cyclone

With no clear

Destination

Head and feet

Set on high velocity

Continuation

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In A Muddle

I'm lost

In these thoughts

Of hearth and home

Fears I've fought

Bloody battles

In my dome

A sea of white

And heaping piles

Of light

Ramble in

Confusion

Maximum

Air flow

Distribution

Ideas

Not yet written

In stone

Or carved in bone

Changes ever moving

From door to sliding door

Minimal is the key

(In my view)

To lasting beauty

But it might not be

For you

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Tempering

I'm going through

An artistic tempering

I'm out of sorts

Quite disconcerting

If I fail, fail, falling

To my demise

It's no surprise

Maybe tomorrow

I shall reprise

My calling

Don't mind me

I'm only

Preposterously

Posturing

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Etched On Glass

Separated by glass

Cleansed of the memories before

Today

I am etched on its smooth surface

Catching silent tears

Before falling to the floor

I watched as he strolled away

Towards a life of plenty

Today

The distance widens

There is no way

He could stay

He turned to me one last time

A final goodbye

Today

I blew him a kiss

He caught with a flick of his wrist

And together they traveled, high

While I

Stand below

Today

Fingerprint impressions

Etched in hushed sorrow

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Burnt

Parched cracked lips

Too sore to fully close

Not a hint of wetness

On her dry shriveled tongue

Even her blood didn't want

To be exposed

How did I get here

In this barren wasteland?

She wondered

For the millionth time

This world of sand and sun

Take it from her

She wasn't having any fun

She lay exhausted

On the smooth glassy grains

Eyes closed

Praying for rain

While fiery rays

Pinned and needled

Her painfully

Blistered skin

Her last breath

In defeat

Oh Lord, I give in

How funny...

She thought

Her very last thought

Cafe au lait

My natural hue

But I can burn

Oh baby burn

And I never even knew

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