how many times do
i have to remember. before
i remember. now
.
haiku
Category Archives: Memory
knitting patterns
again uncurling
dull pain
from skein
pulling it
on over my skin
.
haiku
bee~breathy
memories thrumming
at the edges beckoning
blowing through cobwebs
.
haiku
plucked
his slender fingers
( never tender instruments )
used to
blunt romance
.
not a haiku
hon, can you find me
hon, can you find me
that fuzzy warm butterfly
feeling of kissing
.
haiku
un~author~dox
i believed that my
story was for others
to write : i had no right
.
haïku
eloquence
you touch my weathered
rib
bones in sequence
playing
all the old tunes
again
.
not quite
a haiku
won’t vi
how i longed to sing
for him to join in making
love a symphony
.
haiku
wear the yellow wellies
pray for rain, for darkest sun
say the word storm til it hums, honey
in the base of your tummy
hurry-flurry from home
wear the yellow wellies, silly
the spotted overalls, the lightning gnomes
everyone forgets to
. . . . .
pack only a ring of bells
one ( or two ) cracks of shells
a smack of berg-a-mots and cloves
three ( or four ) knocks and shoves
for good luck
smatter in some syllables
shuck some pebble-marbles
for kicks and giggles
then
. . . . .
leave them out on the porch
bring a torch
go insid
where you hid
as a kid
flash-splash beam-scream mutter-whisper
call to all your jammy jars of sea foam whiskers
tickles
you kept for later
watch
cock your ear
the path is clear
corkscrew your self to where you are young
find the poem – ( fully-fledged )
bouncing on your tongue – right at the edge
left right where you left it
catch its skin in your pearly teeth
like light from the storm beneath
bubble up, laughing
in your teacup, paddling
.
not a haiku
.
.
NaPoWriMo day 4: write a poem . . . in the form of a poetry prompt. If that sounds silly, well, maybe it is! But it’s not without precedent. The poet Mathias Svalina has been writing surrealist prompt-poems for quite a while, posting them to Instagram. You can find examples here, and here, and here.
oh, sombre détruis
unable to get
over the sensation of
his mouth over mine
.
haiku
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