Tanka 15
inhale a deep breath pucker your lips, and exhale your dark desire downy wishes float away caressing the wind
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Haibun 7
March brings the rain. It starts off light, covering every branch, blade of grass and spider web with a fine mist. The droplets start to form, and patter against the side walks. They fatten and settle into a steady drumming. Puddles form, the ground softens. The drumbeat picks up and a stream begins to run down the street. A wind picks up and changes the meter to double time, lashing the trees, driving a river down the pavement. The mud traps my feet, and water stings my face while roaring in my ears. All I can do is clench my eyes shut and clamp my hands over my ears to shut out the madness until the world is silent again. rain’s cacophony deafening, unrelenting drowning out the world
Sharp Edges
I once hada round silhouetteno cornersor rough spotsmen have ground me down, intorazor sharp edges ******* Written for a Dverse prompt from early in the week. I wasn’t sure which direction to go in until I spent time taking virtual bias training provided by my employer. The moderator mentioned that our company plans to be better about protecting employees from badly behaved clients, and a wave of memories of my own bad experiences washed over me.
On the Road Again
mist risingfrom the streettingles like a ghostpassing through me, memoriesof going down this roadonce before
The Puzzle That Fights Back
I am thepuzzle that fights backa plot twistmysterycoded rainbow rubrics cubeyou’ll never solve me
I Saw Jupiter
I saw Jupiterfrom my window last nightthe only way to live foreveris for the world to stop turningremain still, frozen in timemid-cycle, suds still bubblingeternally motionless but eventuallyno matter what we dono matter what we trywe all still melt
Morning ABC’s
After Breakfast Coffee
The Hounds of Diana
the night was stained black
[Return]
I have been sorting through a whole trunk of mementos and photographs deciding what to keep and what to let go off. I’m trying to organize everything so I a finally complete scrapbooking it all like I’ve been promising myself for years. In the process, I’ve stumbled upon some of my high school poetry. I had completely forgotten writing most of it! I wrote this one with two friends while we were running wild with my magnetic poetry set. I have a Zoom call with them and the rest of our high school friends later this month, it will be fun to share this with them.
A Soul Ascending
I couldn’t be therewhen he left so I lit a smallwhite candlewatching it burndown to the base the flame flickeringunsure, waveringa faint blue outlineof what it once wasstretching outwith one last yellow reach then collapsing backinto a plume of smokethat spiraled uplike a soul ascending
