we wear each other like second skins
a tight fit in winter and spring
but in summer we peel apart
all too soon one of us is dragged
into the quick
threatening pain
scars
and blood
if freckles were the only damage
if only
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
we wear each other like second skins
a tight fit in winter and spring
but in summer we peel apart
all too soon one of us is dragged
into the quick
threatening pain
scars
and blood
if freckles were the only damage
if only
no gentle spring rains
from the wretched grandfather clock
just the constant hunger for winding
we feed it tension and time
it belches chimes gears and fears
that reek of aftershave
brought tears to my eyes
an empty chair
a thousand sour, empty threats
——
silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending
winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity
——
the secret keeper
Weekly Word Prompt #25
(5) Words: | REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING |
erupt! spring out of the earth a thousand thousand grasses a million blooms heavy with the buzzing of bees and the hummings of birds who have forgotten the words and soon soon the peaches with their soft fuzz and their sensual curves dripping with sticky sweet nectar
the day cools
yesterday was much hotter
than predicted
today seemed much cooler
than predicted
the sky is blue
so blue
so clear
so pure
it’s a verb
it blues so hard
it hurts to stare at it
from my spot
on the couch
i spare it a moment
while i think about
something else
until looking at the sky
makes my eyes water
and i forget what
i was thinking about
the grass explodes
out of the earth
in ragged patterns
begging for the mower’s blade
the trees bud green and white
with fresh leaves
and new branches
the flowers that have survived
winter
open their faces
unfolding like flags
we won’t surrender
we reach for the sun
we have waited for spring
and spring has not
forgotten us
It’s Friday!
Haiku Friday!
Yes, I know it was a haiku yesterday (more or less) but that’s because it was the new year. Oshogatsu Omedetou Gozaimasu!
five little swallows
hop on the ground among bushes
hoping for early spring
let’s draw a map on your skin
whipped cream for snow
chocolate sauce for roads
blue icing for rivers
fresh spring leaves from trees for the landscape
rose petals for every point of interest
let’s study the map
and explore the territory
with the hint of warmer weather
after a cool spring
i ate lunch on park bench
you found me there
walking with a mutual friend
who suspiciously had to go
so you sat next to me
we skated along the edge
of summer
our last year
while you educated me on
the various types of flicking
vicious, light, and the rest
i accused you later of
using magic to capture me
but you swore it was just
the flicking