like grass pushing through
concrete
fears
poke through
so i
brew tea from them too
.
haiku
like grass pushing through
concrete
fears
poke through
so i
brew tea from them too
.
haiku
home : ginger cat on
my lap , lapsong suchong in
my cup : can’t spell , but . . .
.
haiku
the kiss & beyond
bramble & wild
seed siren wine winter’s heart salt
.
haiku
root fruit tea dotted
clotted garlic oil swirls dropped
tap tapping on top
.
haïku
.
n.b
add a shot of chili
hot chocolate as remedy
for any habitual melancholy
.
quaff quick or spill slow
over skin
rub it in
til burnt deep
then sleep
pale-green tea in a delicate cup
unceremonious —
koi in a pond swimming up
miniscule coal glowing in foaming
waterfall in my infinite chest
autumnal tumble spring expressed
palms pressed, lips open
to happiness —
to all things beckoning
recognising every small thing as tasting
fortuitous —
that stuff of thankfulness
.
oh, that soft embrace from — you know who
you are — rhymes of mint thyme coriander sage i
planted in a riot of wild flowers and trees i
will never see the shade of
oh, and that kiss — you know who
you are — amber and a thousand stars
stammer
in a pond swimming in
your mouth making the sound of
my name secure
murmur
oh, and that caress — you know who
you are — a sacrament of butterflies, thunder
rising on a summer breeze — a whole summer
lain in front of us to pray in
cascades made of holy gifts sipped to my infinite limbs
in the pond swimming around
winter hours shining in burnt orange glints
oh, and that gaze — you know who
you are — tiny tremors that become exquisite
shivers on a fresh blanched page
oh, and that hand in mine — you know who
you are —
oh,
you are
in
bubble-wrap pops
copper-blue eggs
nut-brown arms
cornflower silks
twitterings of little tits
snatches of salt-sharp winds
silver pepper-pot twists
dapples of yellow apples
white-linen billows
black-chocolate pebbles
thick-cream envelopes
effervescent-cobalt soaps
ecetera eceteras
sent to my infinite heart
insistent persistent gift
oh, joy — you know who
you are
.
not a haiku
.
NaPoWriMo day 13.-
….in honour of the potential luckiness of the number 13, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the example poem here, joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” Sometimes, good fortune can seem impossibly distant, but even if you can’t drum up the enthusiasm to write yourself a riotous pep-talk, perhaps you can muse on the possibility of good things coming down the track. As they say, “the sun will come up tomorrow,” and if nothing else, this world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise.
what happens when ?
unicorn wants to turn on the heating but can’t not
because he is hoof-full and finger-less
but because of the cost
and a magical horn won’t cut it
he curses, willing winter dismissed (for good )
he’s a summer horse, awaiting a miss ( of course)
he deserves more than this!
he stamps his frozen feet
shakes his silver sweet forelock
to no avail
flicks the whites of his tail
as shivers quiver his withers
he fails to notice
across the planet
ripples are felt and ice melts
closer closer closer to home
warms the globes of his heart
his cold cold heart.
.
.
p.s
hey, boy
what does a unicorn have for tea!?
mind your own business, lass!
.
not a haiku
.
NaPoWriMo day 5 :
write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual – or at least something that seems unusual in relation to that person/creature. For example, what does Hercules do when he loses a sock in the dryer? If a mermaid wants to pick up rock-climbing as a hobby, how does she do that? What happens when a mountain troll makes pancakes?
little boy lost look
cup of coffee, closed book, how
to gain his focus
.
haiku
he never drinks all
of his
tea thinks
of other
things milk
dregs remain
.
haiku
pulling sky petals
putting in kettle brewing
flower tea for two
.
haiku
he fashions me gold
lucozade glasses places
on all the windows
.
haiku