Words fall in Autumn like leaves, wet and fading — an old man’s life ends. The haiga was written in honor of Matsuo Basho, whose painting here inspired me, as the characters look like falling leaves. Haiga is a Japanese concept for simple pictures combined with poetry, usually meaning haiku. In Basho’s time, haiga…
Category: poetry
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #113 — Once
Once Cocoons Fashioned from Nothing to form We came to exist Nestled and nurtured life Immersed in air, water, earth A living seed, destined to sprout Grace and vision foundation’s blueprint Metamorphosed! Butterflies realized! Liberated wings, tired from wiggling out Open and close slowly, practicing While we rest, wind-kissed promises Wings rested now, fluttering Wind…
dVerse — OLN — thankfulness — Remember Forget
remembering warm burned conjuring enjoying triggering grounding imprisoning disorienting liberating allowing forgiving detaching present absent forgetting In the trauma support group I’m attending, we need to dig into memories, then write and talk about them. You can guess some of the emotions that are triggered while doing it. Our teacher/mentor said her…
dVerse — labor/birth — To Be
Spring moon’s plea Bulging stray momma cat Fashioned sign to me You were to be Five kittens so many mittens Skin hemisphere balloon La Maze La Leche La La La Cards, boards, pegs Tick-tocked centimeters Winter moon’s trudging Circuits, making snow butter Babydaddy nurse say Sleightime! Showtime! Velvet curtain in fifty-five Spacepod malfunction Fuzzy grease…
The Sonnette — Moon Madness
As golden orb meets darkened waves Up creeps the moon on backs of pine And frosted disc freeze cold greased minds A madness reigns – moonshadow’s slaves * Until the rose, each morning comes Warm as a mouth with skin that shines A madness flees with each new sun. Paul Szlosek at Paul’s Poetry…
dVerse — prosery 6 — Lights Out
One Mid-November Monday temperatures hovered around freezing. Dusk pulled up its blanket as rain fell then froze to trees as Arctic air swept in. Limbs groaned with burden. Victims’ cracks and crashes echoed outside of the house, and the earth vibrated with their landing — the equivalent of an earthquake in Michigan. The old willow…
#Haikai Challenge #112 (11/10/19): Veterans Day
To our soldiers, living and passed on, I thank you. Please accept these humble poems to honor you. Trained sacrifices To appease warmongers — White crosses, green hills Poppies pale mimics of fields blossoming red – Tears remember. Shiny medals dance on the chest of a hero – wheel-chaired, he accepts Armistice Day Blood faucet…
