outside & in us
darkness lays a fog; takes what
watery daylight
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haïku
Category Archives: Cold
plucked
his slender fingers
( never tender instruments )
used to
blunt romance
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not a haiku
winters of discontent
like snow the silence
drifted upon us :— ( didn’t
stop ; —( smothered us thus
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haiku
ordinary rapture ( pardonnez-moi)
.
at least we weren’t speaking french
there was another music etched between us
.
etched between us, music notes no other could sense
‘specially in this midnight light at the hush-hush bus-stop
.
stopped hush-hushed, this midnight light made ‘specially for us
cold lapping our bare legs, while tidal-tongues go lava-like
.
tidal tongues turned lava-like, our cold bare legs lapping each others’ shores
eyes closed, listening for the bus, but not, ear buds in, connecting us
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us, listening, not for the bus, but for the budding connection without ears or eyes
goosebumps raised like brail, jingle-jangled to each touch
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touching raising goosebumps meant as maps, like jingle-jangle trail
dead-scroll pilgrimage attempt washed up on bus stop bench
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attempt a scroll on a dead-phone,stopped, this bench a washed-up pilgrimage
at least we weren’t speaking french
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 27:-
to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.
bated breaths
listen for the wrench
of door of rise of chill of
gentle abyss-kiss
.
haiku
cornucopia cold feet
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!
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not a haiku
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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?
unwincingly
touching toes with me
whose toes are frozen
he frees
an ocean of sleep
.
cracking
choc-ice coat of bit-
bitter chocolate stings my gums
sweet vanilla comes
.
haiku
solstice approaches
moon-cold nights begin
autumn frost bright on skin
candles quiver-hum
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haiku
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