Breather
coming up for air
too long spent resolutely
drowning:(sky's so blue!)
wash:rinse:repeat
waves against the shore
muffle the sound of endless
fights i never win
spinning
always spinning 'round
will i? won't i? does he?: [trapped]
by my foolish mind
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Stranger
Something for the "One Single Impression" Prompt:
bloodshot eyes staring
back from the shop window pane:
can this be my face?
And then some random ones...
lines blurring wildly
crossed, recrossed, left far behind
ghosts of mistakes past
I
want
my life
exploding with light
purpose shining from within
brilliant, bold, boisterous, brave, beautiful, buoyant
let me die knowing truly
that i faced each day
fearless
loved
kind
bloodshot eyes staring
back from the shop window pane:
can this be my face?
And then some random ones...
lines blurring wildly
crossed, recrossed, left far behind
ghosts of mistakes past
I
want
my life
exploding with light
purpose shining from within
brilliant, bold, boisterous, brave, beautiful, buoyant
let me die knowing truly
that i faced each day
fearless
loved
kind
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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...
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...
Thursday, January 10, 2008
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
Arg
moonlight awakens
midnight kitten energy
pouncing on my face
Sunday, August 5, 2007
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...
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...
Monday, July 30, 2007
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...
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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.
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.
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