Haiku for a Friday
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cloud filled august sky
breezes tug my hat–thunder
or is it a jet
Tag: poem
Poem 20150806
dance
the circle of flames
explodes like wings
out of your back
and one hands
plays a drum
and one hand plays with fire
the other two hands point the way
tandava
fire and ending
ashes and beginning
the third eye opens
and the universe burns to cinders
the third eye closes
and the seeds of the universe are sown
Poem 20150805
i stepped outside
to see what the dog
was checking out
with so much interest
it was just a rock
about the size of a baseball
bleached white
and i couldn’t remember
if i had seen it before
there in the garden
when i came in
i realized i hadn’t
looked up
hadn’t searched for
a single star
and it made the night
sky seem blacker
in my memory
Poem 20150804
the clay is pretty quiet
when you work it
it doesn’t talk
the mouth only opens
if you’ve taken the time
to make a mouth
even then
one side is higher
flatter
not quite
there’s no tongue
no teeth behind the facade
of lips
if you work the loop
fast enough
you can hear the clay
as it smooths out
and falls in curls
onto the table
that’s a kind
of subtractive talking
all goodbyes
all goodbyes
Poem 20150803
impressions of my headache
while lying on my bed with
my eyes closed and my hands
pressing into the sockets
luminous purples and greens
shaped like eggs
floating in a red-brown soup
but not a true black
the lie of blue shapes
and blood colored stripes
and finally a vertical slash
of white that fades as it slices
from top to bottom
cutting is the only truth
in the darkness
until you open your eyes
Poem 20150802
the heat of the sun
lingers long after
i have escaped
to air-conditioned indoors
in spite of a thick
layer of sunscreen
and the hat with that flap
that covers the neck
like i’ve been on safari
it tingles like a memory
that won’t form–
a vague image in the foggy
edges of a dreaming mirror
or a desire that won’t
expose itself to the light
hiding under the skin
to preserve itself
and the skin
Poem 20150801
today–
the sign says to beware
of poison oak
rattlesnakes
injury
mountain lions
but we only saw some poison oak
a few birds
a rabbit
and some annoying chihuahuas
off leash
no warning about them
still
a gentle breeze
kicks up the smell
of licorice
through the canyon
and bees swarm
the cluster of small
yellow flowers
last night–
the last blue moon
for years to come
wasn’t blue or amber
but its usual
ghostly white
a rotund specter in the sky
Poem 20150731
Friday Haiku Time
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Just kidding. They in no way condone the Friday Haiku, but I do have some poems in there so GO READ IT.
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a little shade and breeze
lull me to sleep–i look down
planthopper on my jeans
Post 20150731
So today is the big day. I have three poems appearing in Pomona Valley Review, PVR 9. You can find the FREE pdf at this link: http://pomonavalleyreview.com/currentissue.php Yes, that’s right, you can enjoy lots of great poetry (not just mine), artwork and fiction at NOT COST TO YOU.
Make sure you tell your friends, or at least pass it along to them. Even if they don’t like poetry. That’ll teach ’em.
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Poem 20150730
he watches her go
and starts to follow
but stops himself
sure that whatever he has to say
has already been said
whatever steps he’s going to take
have already been taken
he thinks about the sound
his footfalls would make
a slapping on the pavement
hurrying to overtake her own
shorter, insistent steps
thinks about how everyone
will stare
and wonder what it is
that he did
because she is the one
storming away
and before she can get any smaller
diminish any more
as she attempts
to merge with the horizon
he runs
Words and Feathers 