Savor sun’s last flame
Until dawn’s embers appear:
New fire shimmering.
Sky Buoy
24 Feb 2013 14 Comments
in Acrostic, Haibun, Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: Lydia Hogan, Poetry, shimmer, sun
Except Through Me
15 Apr 2012 16 Comments
in Haibun, Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: alive, Eliana Anthony, Forrest Gump, Hershey's, John 14:6, Poetry
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.
BLEVE
16 Feb 2012 6 Comments
in Acrostic, Haibun, Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: Chesapeake, Poetry, sin
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