Clattering words and /
rattling hearts sweep away /
a lover’s warm embrace.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Clattering”
Clattering words and /
rattling hearts sweep away /
a lover’s warm embrace.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Holiday feast”
The meal and the grace,
the sustenance and the hope,
each handled with love.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Touch me not”
Touch not what I touch,
hoping only to feel worlds
and none of yourself.
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What I’m working on at the moment
I edit, write, design, edit, even do some the photography for a neighborhood newsletter for the historic neighborhood in which I live. Below is what I am working as part of the newsletter. I did not take the photos, but have cropped and processed them. They were color. They are now black and white, because the newsletter is printed in black and white.
Some of my neighbors went on rafting trip a couple of months back and the photos are from that day trip. The poem, “The Captain said,” is mine.
The Captain said
The boat is fine, the captain said;
he said it to our face.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
the river sets the pace.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
and then he said no more.
The boat is fine, the captain said
as we sailed away from shore.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
as the river tossed us about.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
as some of us wanted out.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
steering for the roughest part.
The boat is fine, the captain said;
he’d said it from the start.
The boat is fine, the captain said
as the waves thumped into the boat
The boat is fine, the captain said
as some of us tried to float.
The boat is fine, the captain said,
Come back again next year.
The boat is fine, the captain said —
but captain, I hope you’re not here.
Pete said the best place to sit on the raft was in the center, but two people had quickly seized those seats before he and Lauren could get in. He said he also felt that at times the captain / person steering the raft, aimed for the roughest patches of water to make sure he and the other members of the crew got their money’s worth in experience.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Clouds”
Clouds lumped together;
left over from the night’s tears.
Dreams stain the morning.
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Sunday Silliness: limerick: “Ohio”
There once was a woman ill from Ohio
whose love life was in complete spiral.
She took to her bed,
pulled the pillows over her head:
her boyfriend had voted across the aisle.
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Freeform Friday: “At home with a good book”
I wanna go home
where the buffalo roam
all about the loam,
and the troll and the gnome
eat crumpets from a comb
and the strumpets of Rome
read erotica from a tome
and wait for you at home
where the fun’s allowed to roam
wild as strumpets on a comb
and crumpets on the loam
and buffalo with a tome
thundering about the streets of Rome.
I wanna go home.
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Hailu to you Thursday: “Autumn Shades”
Autumn sun weaves shades
among the multicolored leaves.
Moon paints the first frost.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Caress”
Sky touches nothing
yet still caresses the Earth’s
all-embracing beauty.
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Freeform Friday: “Lightheaded”
I feel lightheaded
The things I’ve dreaded
have floated away.
I see the stars
but not the cars
I’m too far away.
The lines are bleary
between countries, but surely
they’re still there.
But from where I sit
this is just not it
for me to care.
The heavens beyond me
Inspire a song from me
but who would listen?
The earth recedes
and all my needs
I’m no longer missing.
Into the long night
my hope takes flight
and the stars do glisten.
All systems are go
I’m going with the flow
and forgetting my plight.
Though I have no air
I do not care.
I do not put up a fight.
The ellipse of my orbit
will allow me to see more of it
of this … of this good night.
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