I love steeping in a winter bath being enveloped by the water the quiet splashes fragrant bubbles caressing my cheek warmth removing tension muscles slowly unknotting oils soothing my skin But eventually water cools the embrace loosens And I must emerge into the cold
I often scroll through Pinterest for inspiration while working on my poetry. During one search for new ideas, the above image caught my attention immediately, and the phrase “play your bones like a xylophone” popped into my head. Determined to use it in a poem, I tried it out in a quick senryu: Senryu 55 tonight I will dream about playing your bones like a xylophone I liked it, but it felt a little incomplete. I decided to try it in an elfchen next. Bone Xylophone I’m dreaming about playing your bones like a xylophone tonight feverishly I liked this version better, but since I was having fun experimenting, I wrote a third poem in the form of a triolet. Playing your bones tonight I’m dreaming about playing your bones like a xylophone your vertebrae jingling tonight I’m dreaming diabolically scheming carving your tombstone tonight I’m dreaming about playing your bones like a xylophone So far this version is my favorite, but I’m curious to see how many more I can come up with using …
Flowers on the alter Satin for your skin Water sprinkled from above Flowers in your hair Satin for your skin Wafer from above Flowers in your hands Satin for your skin Vows before above Flowers on your bedside Satin for your skin Prayers to above Flowers for your palms Satin for your skin Dirt sprinkled from above
My Christmas tree is crooked and I am not fixing it
the clouds are smokey drifting, hanging low the sun starting a slow burn charcoal igniting turning violet, crimson tangerine, scarlet ablaze
raindrops shimmering slightly clinging to branches shivering, shaking until they slip
wind lashes trees drives foliage away leaves the world cold grey
The sun slinks low to hide I breathe in the cold dry air The full moon will rise My search will take me far and wide Carrying a silver prayer The sun slinks low to hide The dimming sky offers a disguise Among the trees tall and bare The full moon will rise Stars will be my only guide Leading me to his lonely lair The sun slinks low to hide I’ll wait for the whites in his eyes My silver flash tearing through course hair The full moon will rise The woods will echo with cries From the beast I must ensnare The sun has slunk low to hide The full moon will rise
when I dream they come the mist rolls in thick their long black robes swirl pinpricks down my spine their heavy boots thud pinpricks down my spine their nails scratch the trees pinpricks down my spine their long black robes swirl shrill laughter pierces ringing through the air shrill laughter pierces no one else can hear shrill laughter pierces the mist rolls in thick when I dream they come
I slip through the trees while the light turns slowly from indigo to a pale yellow the houses still glow amber spilling their secrets
