Inertia

she stands on life’s ledge

her only hope, heaven

stars, her only light

she slips deep into

desolate seas, pitch-black

her eyes become ink

her mouth, silenced

the salt, stingless

over open wounds

she is not sad

sadness begins

sadness ends

she is static

It’s Quadrille time over at dVerse Poets Pub. What’s a quadrille? It is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title but it must include a given word or derivative of the word. Today the word is “static”. You can join in too.

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As Stars Go Dim

 

Hope eludes her. Night embraces her. Like an old friend, it takes her by the hand to search for the light. Illusive. Dawn becomes the deadline for this decision, the last one she will make.

 

ink-shadows seduce

the sun rises unnoticed

over faded flower

 

 

 

A quadrille haibun for dVerse Poets Pub

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In Search of Glee

December finds my heart heavy like branches weighted in white. I fail to embrace it. Instead I scoff at the scrambling of over anxious shoppers and assumptions that blaring Christmas music brightens my world. The carefully chosen Fraser fir stands unembellished in the living room for yet another day. You know my funk, that same old funk that fiddles with my mind, this time every year. You roll your eyes in circles of “here we go again” as mine well up.

Gazing out the window, I summon a spindly slice of moon for answers. She is silent. You wrap your arms around me as snowflakes flit and flutter against ink spattered skies. I count them like expectations. You hold me tighter, reminding me that the spirit of Christmas is not measured by the amount of hearts sitting around a table. It beats in the loneliest of hearts, even in the darkest of nights.

night cradles the day

Luna peeks from under veil

one star shines brighter

 

It’s Haibun fun again at dVerse. Toni leads with her expertise on the form and has asked us to write a haibun about a good night, any good night, keeping these haibun rules in mind for the prompt. “1) It is non-fiction 2) It happened directly to you 3) One to two tight paragraphs 4) You end it with a classical seasonal haiku.”  There is lots of time to join in.

On Red Rock Ledge

 

Standing on red rock ledge
Edge
Pondering his life
Strife
Reaching for the chain
Pain
Deep in his pocket
Dropped it
Sun catches gold
Behold
Random flashbacks tumble
Fumble
Flipping like days
Haze
Slipping away faster
Disaster
Gone
Gone
~
Vultures on thermals
Primal

 

Written for Meeting the Bar at dVerse where Mary has introduced us to the “echo verse”.

Dear Robin Williams

Thank you for your gifts

Your shenanigans, charades

The epitome of a smile

Bigger than anyone’s

A brilliant mind

You so generously shared

With boundless energy

To make one thing happen

Laughter

We’re not laughing now

Conceiving your pain

Repeating your name

Retracing your fame

Brilliant minds are not safe

From the storm

Or the rain

We will take this joy

You so kindly gave us

Carry gently, your heart

And dance

In the sparkles of your eyes

 

 ~

“But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.”
~Robin Williams as John Keaton- ‘Dead Poets Society’~

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Choked Up

The words are ringing in my ears today

Blinding my eyes with tears

Taking me down to that place

Where the back of my throat is all I can feel

Razor-sharp annunciation

Cryptic though in clarification

Boxing my brain again

Revealing my pain again

Time has no bearing on this burden

Riddles, reasons overlap seasons

Oblivious to wasted time

Moments lost, never to find

Hope dangles on a thread

Frayed and frazzled in my head

Precious moments terminate

As stubborn hearts still beat

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