Childhood Memory

This week's "One Deep Breath" haiku prompt is to write a childhood memory in haiku. The one that came to mind was how my friends and I believed that barracudas lived in the storm drains on my street and it was always an exciting adventure to "feed the Barracudas".



Feeding the Barracudas

barracudas lurk
in the storm drains beneath
unsuspecting feet

insatiable fish
need a regular feeding
or else... disaster

we creep to the grate
careful to keep fingers clear
of monstrous jaws

offering tasty
pebbles, bark dust, and fruit cups
to the fish frenzy

wide eyed we look close
at flashing white teeth and tails
accepting our feast

we dart back, breathing
an enormous relieved sigh
counting our fingers...

Moonstruck

This weeks One Deep Breath prompt is "Moonstruck", an excellent choice! Lately my nights have been interrupted frequently by the newest addition to the family, a 3 month old kitten who is the most interesting mixture of evil and cuteness. So here is the 'ku she inspired to fit this prompt!

Arg

moonlight awakens
midnight kitten energy
pouncing on my face

A little something

I've been busy lately so haven't been able to post as much as I'd like, but i have been writing pretty consistently for the past couple months. I'm drawing as much as I am writing, but since I haven't got a good way to scan in the images I am making, we'll just stick to the poetry for now! Here are a few verses I came up with a few weeks ago when ODB had the prompt "Insects and Creepy Crawlies"


across the blanket
a picnic feast awaits
the intrepid ant

***

bare skin attracts the
attentions of amorous
lady mosquitoes

***

one
fat
lazy
fly buzzing
against the glass pane
befuddled by the barrier

***

Dragonfly

terror of the sky
the dragon chomps another
pesky mosquito

***

and here are a couple random ones that I came up with on some lazy afternoons...

melodious notes
drift from silver wind chimes
on the orange breeze

***

tiger lilies purr
ferocious feline flowers
napping in the sun

***

in distress or not
damsels are often captured
by pink snapdragons

***

like a movie scene
white petals fall around us;
my heart should soar but
unkind reality sets in;
you are not the one...

Contrast

This week's ODB prompt is "Compare and Contrast"

***

like a flash of light
your image lingers, etched
on my inner eye

***

a sudden sharp pain
didn't know I was lonely
until I met you...

Simple

The prompt for Sunday Scribblings this week was "Simple".

Simple

They say I am simple
because I sit upon a hill
smiling very slightly
and sitting very still.
I suppose I do look silly
watching in silence here
but it's clear to me
that my eyes see
what makes this world so dear.

They say that I am simple
because I never speak.
Softly I observe the world
and with my soul I seek
quiet moments of warmth and peace,
serenity that is so rare
when the sun sinks into the sea
or the wind makes music in the leaves of a tree
I put down the burdens I bear.

So let them say I'm simple
complicated is too loud
It's impossible to hear anything
in the din from the crowd.
But perhaps one day they'll tumble,
One day they'll come to see
in the sparkle of the stream
or the light of a moonbeam
sometimes its good to be simple like me.

Viewpoints (one deep breath)

So I've been trying to think of some different ways to look at the prompt from One Deep Breath this week; one came out a little introspective, while the other is the result of my having gone diving this week. Hope you like them!



Google Eyes

breathing canned O2
I sink into blue depths for
a fish's eye view



Picture courtesy of Free Nature Pictures

Shifting Gears

forgiving myself
a welcome reversal
of my point of view

Sleep - One Deep Breath

This week's One Deep Breath prompt is sleep and God knows I like to sleep, so here are a few stabs at the topic!

Cat Nap

luxurious s t r e t c h
cat recumbent at noon
soaks up the sunbeam

(c) 2007 aquamarine

Summer Song

my eyes half-lidded
cicadas drone incessant
summer lullaby

Rest

tumult of the day
fades away before healing dreams
my troubled mind rests

Up and At 'em

clock radio blares
I turn my face from the sound
and groaning hit snooze...

This last one I wrote a few weeks ago, but seems to fit the theme this week...

Last Fight of the Day

late night resistance
cunning sleep corrodes senses
unwilling eyes close

For more restful poems take One Deep Breath...