girls in white dresses
lain on forest floor like bones
knuckles curled like leaves
.
haiku
girls in white dresses
lain on forest floor like bones
knuckles curled like leaves
.
haiku
remember the time
we spotted fox cubs flashing
orange under brush
?
.
haiku
time
to reclaim
mine ~
5 forms
fast moves
through forest
through
stars
through
shores ;
raw
.
haiku
time
to reclaim
mine
5 forms
fast moves
through forest through
stars through shores ,
raw
.
haiku
.
summer’s here, not gone, you insist
it’s beauty emptying and fermenting
tempting trees to bare their teeth and throw down arms
though barely September, winds whinge and whine
querulous as a passels of squirrels rustling and thieving stashes of nuts
but autumn comes in hobbling like two old biddies in dirtied petticoats —mouths
prattling, puckered as a skinny cow’s arse and just as fetidly malted
shocking as the hot stench of wolves on the cooled nostrils on a fist of horses
shivering, prickling as a torment of digits in agony on the return of blood as tips thaw out
summer’s not gone… you insist, hunkered into your nest of jewels and tattered letters —
like a tiny brown shrew nibbling whortleberries that stain like gossiped loot —
the colours, taste and scent that lasts well past memory, dribbled and inked in wines
behind preserving glasses- solitarily grasping at remnants of loves and leaves almost gone
to seeds, pulling heads in for a duration you shall not mention or admit —
except in the writing of this
.
not a haiku
.
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p.s A whortleberry is a forest-foraged berry, also known as a bilberry or huckleberry. Traditionally, after a harvest of them was sent to the kitchens of London and other important towns, ( from Porlock and its environs ) remnants were sent to be used in the dying of airmen’s uniforms. (So i’m informed)
Napowrimo day 26.-
A couple of days ago, we played around with hard-boiled similes. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have mainly been used in epic poems, typically as decorative elements that emphasize the dramatic nature of the subject (see, by way of illustration, this example from Milton’s Paradise Lost). But you could write a complete poem that is just one lengthy, epic simile, relying on the surprising comparison of unlike things to carry the poem across. And if you’re feeling especially cheeky, you could even write a poem in which the epic simile spends lines heroically and dramatically describing something that turns out to be quite prosaic. Whatever you decide to compare, I hope you have fun extending your simile(s) to epic lengths.
tied to a tree
in
a midnight
forest lointaine….
the woman i was
.
haiku
in your mouth in your
lips like nothing else even exists :
bridle track : autumn
.
haiku
you lost me because
you wouldn’t dance with me or
talk or hold my hand
.
haiku
arm in arm with trees
i forget
to be
separate
birds twitter in leaves
.
haiku
NaPoWriMo day 2
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I’ve never know a lesser
travelled road ~ I’m blessed
to be upon my own
.
I’ve always known it
impossible to stray
to the spirit forest pass
off it ~ I’ll stay on it until i spiral off it
.
I’ve walked with friends and fiends
and foes
I’ve mostly walked ~ in dirt or tarmac or grass ~ tender as ~
alone
.
I’ve been chivvied and harassed
gone too fast ~ at times I’ve strayed
been carried or been dragged
south
.
I’ve slowed a pace and taken grace
in my mouth my hands and bowed
I’ve noticed I’ve laughed I’ve loved
.
I’ve cried I’ve carried on
and on and on ~ weary words
cheery songs and idleness ~ I’ve rested on
.
this road I’ve travelled on
and on
i’ve seen no other choice
but this ~ bliss
my own path’s my own and endless
.
n.b swag:- travel with one’s personal belongings in a bundle
australian / new zealand
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after Robert Frost’s, The Road Not Taken
Day 2 : prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.