Metal moans
and brake lines squeal
as rubber comes to a crawl –
tie-up on the highway.
Roadside wildflowers flourish,
attract birds and bees alike –
a butterfly floats by, nonchalant.
Tempers flare, impatience inches,
horns no deterrence for maddening halt.
Let me be the butterfly, I pray,
carefree in the midst of such fray.
In summer they were rock,
a picture poured
of woman wanting,
but men are lazy,
could drive me to ask
a thousand why’s
Is it her play?
& will these drunks
blow through
or licker?
(Friday is magnetic poetry. Â The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)
City life, blinding –
isolated cells of artificial
illumination,
ignoring a higher plan –
heaven’s connectivity.
(Written for Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? prompt which is the featured image.)
Is this inherent restlessness,
a fiery blue spark
of eternal angst
igniting passion –
a call to write?
(Image from personal collection)
There is chaos inside –
of course, there is –
we did not emerge from the womb
fully enlightened…
I release the chaos
brush stroke by brush stroke
word by forming image,
unravel the mystery,
find new depths.
Anchored, no money –
lack has a way of turning
dreams into fool’s gold.
(Dug up this haiku from August 2015 for today’s prompts: Ragtag Community and Fandango both choosing ‘fool’. Image from personal collection.)
Sugar!
Luscious morsels
tantalizing taste buds,
elevating blood counts, craving
sugar!
Sweetness filling
lack, and emotional
high – chocolate as substitute,
sugar…
savour, swallow,
deny empty spaces,
forget no-one ever calls you
Sugar.
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s 5-line poem challenge: Â Cinquain Swirl.)
When dawn,
an earthly murmur,
I walk, light
Soon, heat climbs,
the verdant blanket
grass, rose, blossom
I offer water,
hot, relax.
(Friday is Magnetic Poetry online.)
Creativity’s
an eight-legged
life-sized terror,
has me cornered –
those menacing eyes
and crushing mandibles
paralyzingly frightful –
about to be consumed,
I throw her some cheese.
Narrow passages,
spiritual spires set bar –
minded not teachings,
constraint of hypocrisy
oppressed connection to God.
(Written in response to Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See?” challenge, with the promptings of Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: narrow/ minded.)
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