Sky Buoy

Savor sun’s last flame
Until dawn’s embers appear:
New fire shimmering.

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Light the sky

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Except Through Me

Somnambulation, the scientific term for sleepwalking.  The body plays the lyre, a rhythmic lullaby.  Up at the crack of dawn, up at the seal of night, up and about, always up and coming.  Blown like the papers on absent-minded professor’s desk when he forgets to shut the window.  Moved moving movement as studies are distracted, shutters slamming shut.  And the chessboard now is clear, so God save the queen, vintage scarves and all.  Pawn takes rook.  Eat a donut.  A donut.  A donut.  That’s four donuts.  Snapshot of the nerd sleeping in an overstuffed armchair; game over.

Without Way and Truth
Everything is meaningless.
Life, make me alive.

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Buckle Up

The whispered tones fell on deaf ears; I was a thrill-seeker and here were the thrills.  Thousands of them, but I sought out the ones worthwhile.  Time is too precious to waste on some lame tame baby ride.  I stalked my prey with the skill of a half-starved cheetah, and twice as fast.  I rushed headlong into awaiting queue, but waiting was not what I had planned to do.  Throwing caution to the wind I loudly exclaimed,

“These books, please, to-go
Auden, Millay, Herbert, Poe–
I’m the wordcoaster!”

Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 28 – February 28th – Theme or Word: YOUR BLOG NAME FORM: Haiku + Form of your Wish

BLEVE

Raw, that’s what they were—all raw, energy unkempt and sagging.  Breathing heavily to remind themselves they were alive.  Their rabid rabbit eyes bored holes through clothes; they had listened to their mothers and eaten all their carrots.  They had developed a taste for them—the crunch had no other substitute.  And everywhere you turned, there they were, with their sunken features and sharpened teeth.  Twinkling eyes sparkled and shattered the picture frames that caged them.  They smelled of origan and martyrdom, but plumb the depths of their cisterns: beware the nematodes.  Woven partners of the snake, Medusa’s braids.  And bathed in sour cream.

Saturated cloud
Issues forth acetic rain
Nile turns back to blood

Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 – Day 16 – February 16th – Theme or Word: Sin Form: Haibun

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