girls in white dresses
lain on forest floor like bones
knuckles curled like leaves
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haiku
girls in white dresses
lain on forest floor like bones
knuckles curled like leaves
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haiku
i ain’t your bird no
more you can’t cage me you can’t
cut me wings , you c••t
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haiku
30 year illusion
my husband : the magician
sleight of hand ; a knife….
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haiku
i couldn’t care less
about corona or other viruses
or politicians or other tyrants
or other murderous or even sadder rants
and gloomy-dooms and wars bore me
so
don’t sit by me
and try to inform me
of the importance of keeping abreast of current events
and if you wish to discuss incessantly
any thing on the evening news
you lose
i couldn’t give a toss
tell me
are you at a loss at this unpopular opinion?
trust me
though i shan’t convince you
i have practiced dominion over nothing
but my own thoughts
my mind finds thankful kindness
and seeks only kindred souls to hold
i’m mine to behold
this is my default
my attention cannot be bought
your experience matters not one jot
you go for it
but i chose differently
where my focus goes
my energy flows
so don’t try to infect me
with negativity
i’m not on the fence
i live someplace else
care to visit?
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not a haiku
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https://www.napowrimo.net/day-fifteen-8/
NaPoWriMo day 15 prompt
This one may seem counter-intuitive, but today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in. This isn’t quite the same, I think, as something you’re indifferent to. For example, I have absolutely no interest in investment strategy. Anytime anyone tries to tell me about it, I want to put my fingers in my ears and go “lalalalalala.” My brain tries to shut down! This is honestly kind of funny, and I think this prompt has value precisely because it invites you to investigate some of the “why” behind resolutely not giving two hoots about something.
who is most wicked ?
‘witch’ ( what wasn’t ) , or men, what
tried, drowned, burned her ?
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haiku
words cower behind
lips which are pursed tighter than
merely garroted
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haiku
i have but one prayer
may i never never be
noticed on the street
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haiku
any one could have
written this poem i’m not
the only one here
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haiku
stone isn’t spiteful!
he’s a statue though he’s lulled me
doves don’t perch lightly
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haiku
napowrimo day 21
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tell it….don’t tell it…i can’t because
it wasn’t midnight – that’s just one minute
it wasn’t eternity – that just a concept
it wasn’t a toast of glasses
it wasn’t a fumbling of cusses
it wasn’t a teacup of grief – gulp it!
it wasn’t beyond all belief – swallow it!
tell it…. don’t tell it… i can’t because
it wasn’t a blizzard – there must be a sky
it wasn’t a prison – there must be a key
it wasn’t a limit unfurled
it wasn’t the end of the world
what was it… what was it…. don’t tell it…i can’t because…
it wasn’t revealed until it congealed
it wasn’t sealed until it was too late to see what it was
it wasn’t fate…was it
it was … it was
darknesses drunk
princely forevers
faith trapped
frozen diamond
universe stalled
tightened bonds
cut neat ever after
words spoken never
never ever tell what it was, only what
it wasn’t
it wasn’t – i promise
til death
parts – us
to the living end – with this breath
i won’t tell…..i can’t because.
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btw april 21 2021
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Have you ever heard or read the nursery rhyme, “There was a man of double deed?” It’s quite creepy! A lot of its effectiveness can be traced back to how, after the first couplet, the lines all begin with the same two phrases (either “When the . . .” or “Twas like,”). The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. Here’s an example I came up with after seeing this video of . . . a bucket of owls.
Bucket List
Several owls can fill a bucket.
Several buckets can fill a wheelbarrow.
Several wheelbarrows can fill a truckbed.
Several truckbeds can fill a song.
Several songs can fill a head.
Several heads can fill a bucket.
Several buckets filled with heads and owls
Sing plaintive verse all night long.