you may walk alone
still you sense you are secure
i stand here at your elbow
even distantly
across both the earth and time
my hand rests upon your hip
—–
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Poem 20160202
in a field of stars
the child windmills his arms
–fireflies scatter
—–
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #82 Star&Child
Poem 20160201
the ringing in my ears
isn’t like any bell
i’ve ever heard
more a constant electrical hum
like when you sit next
to a breaker box all day
because that’s where they put you
the pressure in the air
crushes my chest
and the humidity
is fucking with my vision
Poem 20160131
we have some moonlight–
the only clothes we can bear
when we tremble side to side
your heart is a bird
shuddering and flying free
you draw me soaring after
—–
Hat tip to Elusive Trope for writing in this form, a sedoka, and to Shadow Poetry for a fine definition of sedoka and katauta.
Poem 20160130
short summer night
a poetry contest
the skylark soars
cooling by the gate
polishing mirrors
he straightens in his seat
does not feel like groaning
fleas and flies
though she can watch
horses in the field
nothing is worse than
early summer rain
—–
This is a cento poem, lines taken at random from a number of anthologies of haiku edited by Stephen Addiss, including Haiku People (first lines), Haiku Humor (second lines), and A Haiku Menagerie (third lines). What’s composed here is not a haiku in any way, but it still feels–haikuish.
Picture 20160130
Hey–Pictures is a new thing here.
This is a picture–of a poem! It’s on Instagram, where I sometimes post pictures. Most of those are of hikes, or birds or flowers. But today…
I bought myself a haiku magnetic poetry kit last month and finally put up a board at my desk. First MPK haiku.
Poem 20160129b
girl in the parked car
talking to whom on her phone
while i eat my lunch
Poem 20160129
hollow man
with bones so fragile
that you break
–you shatter
under the weight of what if
why not–when–why–why
hollow man
your shoulders sprout wings
leather hard
paper thin
too fragile to beat–to lift
to bear empty weight
hollow man
every breath a strain
a rattle
a wheezing
crushing an empty chamber
that once held a heart
hollow man
you struggle although
failure is
a small sleep
and even a hollow man
can see the sunrise
—–
Poem 20160128b
pick through the rubble
look for the bits
worth keeping
a memory here
there a memento
are those the same thing?
muscle memory takes over
takes control
until the fibers
strained like spaghetti
in a colander
collapse, useless and quivering
look in the cup you made
of your hands
and drink the past
Poem 20160128
no official trill
announces the final day
of winter-just buds
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge 81 Trill&Final
Words and Feathers 