in
the land of invented languages
the singing detective
and
the werewolf
are
making out in japanese
a
haiku
shadowland
the mexican pet
takes
flight
——
Tag: artist
Poem 20160409
shackled to my ghosts
unable to free myself
–i’m the only one
——
AND
Poem 20160408b
you are petals
and the scent of petals
haunting the tips
of my fingers
long after i have touched you
you are the rose in the morning
just opening to the day
the greater periwinkle
so like a star
so like the word twinkle
you are the hidden flower
at dusk
never seen but always there
the ghost of a fragrance
——
Poem 20160408
herald–
her damaged heart,
unfurled wings yet to fly,
lightning rampant upon a field,
verdant
——
Poem 20160407
i couldn’t wait to leave this town
by mule or bus or wagon train
and let the memories all fade
the bells though never seem to fade
i hear them ringing from the town
above the mournful clacking train
clack of wheel on iron–o, train,
the distance should recede, should fade
the hallmark past, the breathing town
the town is here, the train just fades
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #31
(5) Words: | TOWN | TRAIN | FADE | HEAR | HALL |
AND
Reading 20160406
As promised, I am posting me croaking out a poem. You can read the poem here, but really, let yourself be surprised.
I apologize for my voice. It is horrible.
Poem 20160406b
veiled by a cloudbank
impenetrable fortress
moon beyond the fray
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge #91 Fray&Veiled
Poem 20160406
meat
from skin to bone
we swim
in heart thick gravy
we feast
upon each other
and ourselves
narcissistic cannibals
licking shiny lips
wiping greasy fingers
on our shirts
while we wonder
about
dessert
——
Poem 20160405
[the] bullnose bride
[served] atomic flamingos
[severed] legs [and] eggs
[and the dreaded] forbidden
chocolate dragon’s tongue
“[oh] mary”, [said] pascal
[her newly married husband]
“[this] explosive breakfast
[makes me] blue
bianca [prepared] custard d’argenteuil
[for] casper”
[with] egg [and] ember
[and much] panache
[the] bullnose bride
[served] pascal
[an] heirloom viking pan
[up side the] pumpkin
——
Poem 20160404
in like a lion
march is a murderer
masquerading softly
like a lamb
offering dreams
and whispers of dreams
its maw filled with teeth
a thousand mouths
ten thousand tongues
bleating soft poisonous lies
——
Words and Feathers 