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.)
Category: creativity
Sugar Swirl
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.)
Soon Summer
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.)
Cheesy Solution
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.
Disconnect
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.)
Watching
Beneath mossy beards
weathered faces watch, listen –
silent witnesses.
Fleeting
Oh Spring
budding promise
innocence of green
awakening hope, beginnings;
hurried
the impulse to respond, before
scorching heat burns efforts
melts ambition –
Summer.
(Composed for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly cinquain – Butterfly Cinquain. Â Image credit: Â Ric Knutson)
Adult Child
So my luck –
father’s favourite child,
me, no boy for him…
he drinks –
thousand morning scold –
knows I respect, make peace
and, you’d think
protect them
star – wishing god
was there, us
together, working it.
(Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)
Calm
Mirrored, the silence
echoes through my soul – invites
a deep soothing calm.
(It’s open link night at the dVerse pub, hosted by Kim. Â Thought I’d drop by with a bit of a calm. Â Image from personal collection.)
Mystery Beckons
How often I’ve reconstructed that wall,
and still it crumbles, the universe
and ever-reaching temptation,
her tentacles tearing at the fabric
of this constraint –
I am losing the battle,
have little left of value
in this black and white world –
conformity does not suit
my disposition –
Unwieldy as I am, I will climb
that ladder, follow the uncoventional,
delve once more into the mystery.
(Written for Hélène Vaillant’s What Do You See? challenge.  Featured image is the prompt.)
