i dig down into
the garden of my self
unearthing truth and
worms and roots
flowers too
and in doing so
heal self and heal earth
singing hours
breath by breath my self
butterfly ~ bee light
.
not a haiku
i dig down into
the garden of my self
unearthing truth and
worms and roots
flowers too
and in doing so
heal self and heal earth
singing hours
breath by breath my self
butterfly ~ bee light
.
not a haiku
frenetic flower
frantic~up to discover
other garden gifts
.
haïku
as constant gardener
i weed thé negative &
grow the positive
.
haiku
i say, for you, i’ll grow
wild as a woman and make
jam from your flowers
.
haiku
he says, for you, i’ll grow
foxgloves, peas, roses so you’ll
know i love you, hon
.
haiku
they loved well enough
not deep enough too thin to
offer any growth hold
.
haiku
going to garden
centered planted on planet
seeding stars in dirt
.
haiku
water pours in worms
reviving every root hid
once upon seed pod
.
haiku
all your wishes are
granted! in perfect timing!
they’ve all been planted
.
haiku
picture this
bottom of a kitchen garden
unruly patch, a willow hatch
yellowberries, cherries, teasels, thistles
radishes and chive flowers lined up messily
close up in the lush long grass
intro music
a fresh-freckled nose pressed close to the damp dust and rooted shoots
pan out
a little girl in a short summer’s dress
flat out on her tummy, legs lolling, humming softly
.
she’s busily tucking happy daisies, pansies and violet bells
in and around the loot, snagging pebbles and twigs in the mix
betwixt secret vibrating riggings, a spiralled ring begins to zing
.
scene blurs a bit
you may have to squint
to see it
a glint of wing
that spins and turns
into a tiny faerie thing
that lands on the girls’ thumb
spritely music begins
our little girl grins
.
pan out
another child strides out from a distant house
dumps a school bag as she crosses the lawn, frowns
as she reaches our peace-filled scene, she willfully
stamps
on the circle and thunder’s felt
she shouts out
‘ as your sister, i know better
i shan’t let you get caught up in this nonsense, ever after
FAERIES DON’T EXIST, you twit !’
she shouts it thrice
something melts
perhaps it’s wonderment
.
spell is broke, peace was there but
magic ceases in that spoken moment
faerie-play snaps out of woken memory
faerie-blinks out like dew-dropped reverie
focus in
the creased face of the older sister
and the small girl’s curled in a ball in the iris of her pupil
tight in a ball of older-sister certainty she-who’s
violently opposed to such wicked-wildness
her magic already bound and tamed
in a flash
she forgets
she forgets
god exits
fade to blacks
pan out
pan out
.
not a haiku
.
.
NaPoWriMo prompt, day 14
: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.