the dog, tense, drooling
eyes rolled back showing the whites
he fears the vacuum
——
Haiku Horizons
prompt “fear”
Tag: writer
Poem 20160413
miscellaneous fortunes, all true:
- should you really be eating a second cookie?
- who has friends will never run out of people to help move
- lucky numbers are only lucky to those who deserve good fortune
- you are not a failure if you never try
- a journey of a thousand steps begins with really good insoles
- better to spend a dollar on a cookie than to waste it on a lottery ticket
- are you a person dreaming you are a butterfly or a butterfly eaten by a bird?
- the man at the next table hates your topic of conversation
——
Poem 20160412
an index of things found under my fingernails:
blood, like that time i pulled a nail into the quick, or hit my finger with the hammer, oh, or when i put a staple in my nail;
brownie batter, whenever brownies are being made;
clay, every tuesday night, some saturdays;
ear wax, van gogh’s;
enlightenment, from that time i was able to really just let go of my attachments when i realized that i was just going to die anyway and why hold on to things that aren’t really going to last forever, because, what does forever even mean;
grease, from the routine deathbot maintenance;
guilt, the heavy kind, won’t come out with soap;
laser burns, see grease, above;
murder, well, intent anyway;
prehistoric dinosaur dna, from that time i time travelled or “accidentally” touched the t-rex exhibit, can’t remember;
skin, every single day, sometimes post-shower, not always my own;
zen, see enlightenment, above;
——
Poem 20160411
the sun sinks into my back
like hands kneading the muscles
every golden ray a finger prodding me
forcing warmth into the tissues
forcing warmth between my shoulder blades
which feel at last
as if they can ease apart
magnolia sweet and thick
summons the wind and floats to me
and i can almost close my eyes
how i hate summer
——
National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 11
Sensory Poem With a Twist
Poem 20160410
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
——
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.
Words and Feathers 