Maudlin convention
I balk at your constraints
jettison the traditions
that propagate hate
Future is an open road
I do not hesitate –
Yes, there is uncertainty
Yes, I’ll make mistakes
Vulnerability will conquer pride
mind willing, convention I’ll shake
(Art my own)
Winter –
the colour of my hair,
a sedentary state of being,
the numbing over of ambitions
These are all but illusions…
I am fluid,
essence flowing,
passion undaunted,
creating…
(My image)
Write to enlighten –
words are keys,
phrases fodder
We are conductors,
orchestrating ideas
penning odes to life.
(Poets first appeared January 20. Image my own)
“Trade you and ‘n’
for a ‘v'”, I said
to the moon
to the sun
to the bird
at my window
All obliged
and now
my lonely day
is lovely,
lovely,
lovely.
(This is a repost. Hope it made you smile as much as it did me. Image my own)
Worms have invaded
every sliver of my antagonist
by now, and still I tarry …
Minute details excuses
for hesitation,
the memoir languishes
unpublished
Wanting my audience
to savour each morsel,
declare it fit for consumption
The ironic death march
of a solemn vow
to make light of dark.
(Art my own)
Can’t have it both ways –
exposed and sheltered
Trending displays
invite dissociation
Drive for universal appeal
gags intuition
Violates inner sanctuaries –
personalities have limits
“All about me” overdone
ghosts authenticity
(Art mine)
Imagine orange –
a lifetime of suppression,
roots tangled in black,
rebellion a given –
art bleeds essence at last
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own)
Favourite colour?
Black, says she
without hesitation
I falter, stumble,
mind reaching –
who likes black?
Is that a colour?
It’s all colours!
She’s nonchalant
intent on task –
carefully keeping
within the lines
Of course it is...
ill equipped am I
to disagree, images
of dark somber
corners, sorrow
and death crows –
Why black? ask I,
composure forced –
had anticipated pink
equate childhood
with primary shades,
splotches of yellow
and rainbow skies,
candy red apples
on lollipop trees
But black? No –
black obliterates,
negates, destroys
It holds the colour
inside, she explains.
It’s the outline.
Not annihilation –
order; her mind
conceives of order
So much to learn
from innocence,
have long forgotten
the art of staying
within lines, finding
good in all things.
(Colouring Lessons first appeared here June, 2017. Image my own)
Thank you to Freya for publishing my haiku on pure haiku today. Thank you for checking it out.
Bright, full moon night
I am mesmerized, smitten
project a portrait –
memory etched in shadow
I listen for her refrain
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 