I rise with the dawn My face moves mechanically Is this my new smile?
Golden colors fall From boughs overhead and flu- tter with the chill wind
The little voice in Her head muttered softly, “It cannot be undone.”
A gentle breeze sent The leaf aflutter, spinning Through the twilight sky
Into the distance I stared in search of a face I knew once before
Ever elusive It slips through her grasp and Sinks below the dark waves
The weight of her thoughts Drove her to seek the comfort Of darkest stillness
A sugar frosted Face and coffee-colored eyes Velvet ears so soft
The small girl child dreamt Of flight through ink-stained starry Nights and perfumed hills
His gleeful laughter Rang like an alarm in my Head like bursts of fire
Suckerpunched and raw I lie collapsed on the ground Can you hear my cry?
Thou shall choke on dread Fear cannot be swallowed whole Death comes for us all
Salty drops of dew Cling to her eyelashes, be- Fore falling away
The smell of perfume Lilac it was, danced on the air Her essence constant
The light is gone now Feeling low and sullen is This all there is left?
What delectable Morsels are these, sweet and charred A shirt button pops!
Lying in a cool Room, curtains drawn, fan whirring Sleep comes swiftly sweet
It’s easy to sit And not bother with much at All, but that’s no fun
The body feels drugged Cannot wake up from this dream What happened to me?
His sigh betrayed his Apathy and ultimate Yearning to be free
Where were you when it Happened, a burst of light touched Down and smote the earth
The sea was calm and Yet, something stirred within Unsettling old fears
Soles beat the pavement Gusts of heat rise from gutters Moving to and from
Nothing seems to go According to plan. Why do Things blow up and fail?
A dash of color A soft wet kiss on the cheek Rainbow prisms fall
The hard plastic chair creaked under his weight–who would find him?
Her tone was steady Her eyes were dark and searching Could this be the end?
The birds are too loud Excitable voices sound Like simpering fools
Hey, friends! August has come and gone and September is here. Yep, I’m good at stating the obvious, haha! August was a hectic month for me, and unfortunately, I only worked through one book. Sure, my goal is to read one book a month. But secretly, (now not so secret) I like to read between … Continue reading August’s Books: A Month in Review
Rays sparkled on the Rolling waves and kissed the shore, Sandy, wet and light
Food turned to ash in The mouths of the innocent As the old man spoke
The seconds ticked off Though time felt still, her body was electric then
Caught in a trap laid By rough, lined hands, caked in dirt It’s the last I see
Don’t know what’s happened Am feeling lost in the crowd No one hears my scream
Awake, but still down Cannot find the answer here What is to happen?
Thankfulness is to Deny the ego and greet The new dawn with grace
Cut short, feeling small Lessons in humility Should not be unlearnt.
This is another haiku written with today’s politics in mind. Love will win; we’ll be sure of it. The fat spider weaves a web of falsehoods. The silk is rotten. He falls.
Now what’s to be done That the blood has spilled, her smile Turned to ash and dust
Note: Today’s haiku was written after Donald Trump refused to condemn Nazism and white supremacy. #Resist The words unspoken By a “leader” of “freedom” Shows his cowardice
How strange, she thought–did she hear the deadbolt lock, or was it just her imagination?
A wet kiss rolls down The top of my umbrella And on my rain boot
the freckled leaf clung to the branch–until at last it fluttered to the ground and was crunched by the foot of a small child.
Enveloped in pain, Agony washed over her. The monster found her.
Worn, it fell apart Before it could be repaired It was alive once
Her skin was clammy He knew this was the ending A breeze stirred her hair
As she knelt on the hard floor in prayer, the nun shuddered.
Always a surprise It’s only momentary Lives can come undone
The light, glittering with dust, settled on the baubles the old crone had stashed in her open trunk.
Hello, All! I have been having such great fun writing haikus! Because of that, I’ve decided to also write a daily, one sentence story. The catch to the story however, is that it must contain one random word. The random word will be given to me by an online word generator. Today’s word is: Scarlet … Continue reading One Story. One Sentence. Scarlet.
The dirt showed footsteps Fresh indentations between Marked stones of the dead
Light streams through the blinds The set alarm has sounded Sundays are for naps