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.
brain’s alignment slightly off –
one of a kind, no?
(A tongue-in-cheek haiku for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: kind & mind. Image from personal collection.)
they called her –
fast on her feet,
swooping up trays,
delivering with flight
When did she turn
stop paying attention
to her destination?
Didn’t she know
she was set
on a crash course,
headed for disaster?
Tried to warn her,
wake her from stupor;
told me she’d reset,
but danger remains.
She is cruising now –
no longer able
to soar – trapped
in a treacherous game.
tries to keep
a clean house,
caters to others,
lends an ear,
every drop of self
into a low flying life
needs to land
a space of her own,
with room to breathe;
take life in shorter
(Portrait of a Waitress first appeared in April of 2016. I am re-introducing it here for Ragtag Community’s prompt: jet.)
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
star – wishing god
was there, us
together, working it.
(Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)
this heart, this plea
no makeshift proposal
I am smitten, hard bitten, sold –
say you are sold, also smitten
accept this proposal
this heart, forever
(A mirror cinquain for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge. I’ve also worked in the prompts of Fandango (makeshift) and Ragtag Community (bold). Image is from personal collection. A coloured version is available on KnutsonKr8tions at Redbubble.com.)
In darkened room
I lie, willing blackness
to obliterate blackness.
A scream, unearthed
shatters the silence,
echoes off heartless walls,
shock waves reverberate
I fall, spiral
reel out of control
the children will return
the house will fill again,
and I will pick up
in the dark.
(Written for dVerse pub, where Lillian is hosting with a challenge to focus on time: “To everything there is a season…”)
Fierce the gathering
clouds laden, heavy – my heart
echoing the storm.
(For Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: fierce & storm)
Even as we let go
of that which no longer serves
our hearts grow wings.
I am venturing into new territory,
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Creating “poetry-to-go” has been a dream of mine. This is the beginning!
Did you know that life would come to this?
Flattened memories pressed between wax,
the essence of our efforts forgotten, the dreams,
so carefully construed, lost. You leaned toward
the conventional, and I was ever the sentimentalist
and yet we ended up in the same place – shadow
selves standing at the banks of our disheveled lives,
survivors, nonetheless, tokens of a past riddled
with so many lies, so much heartbreak, we are
ghost sisters, haunted, hunting, unable to step
away – drawn in, pulling apart – all that remains.
Grackle protests, his razor-sharp notes raised
against oppression of fog – unwelcome
wall imposing isolation, day hazed,
connections blurred, aspiration now numb –
quiet descends, even birds have succumbed.
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s 5-line poem Challenge: standard cinquain.)