wood smoke and lilac
waft across the fresh cut lawn
slowly the night falls
a few words spewing from my soul…
30 May 2020 Leave a comment
in haiku, poetry Tags: evening, flowers, haiku, lilac, stillmess, sunset
wood smoke and lilac
waft across the fresh cut lawn
slowly the night falls
30 May 2020 4 Comments
in poetry
We stretch out in parallel lines
I’m watching your lips
moving as you speak
cirvle, oval, line
.
geometric shapes
on the hollow of your shoulder
square, rhombus, half moon
to the cadence of your voice
.
moments reach out like hyperbola
and what I sketch
veers from curves into cartioid
.
your words slide tangentially
into the open space
mapped out beside my heart
27 May 2020 4 Comments
in poetry
the night presses close
crickets outside my window
grass damp from the dew
25 May 2020 1 Comment
in poetry, tanka, thoughts Tags: remembering
far away thunder
fat drops splatting on pavement
wisps of steam rising
billowing flags at half mast
taps echoes through the valley
23 May 2020 7 Comments
in poetry, tanka, thoughts Tags: change, storm, tanka
flood water rising
eating at the riverbanks
large bites of the shore
old pathways for all crumble
forcing change on everyone
23 May 2020 Leave a comment
in poetry
Yesterday I wrote a short tanka response to a lovely poem by Jay Bleu.
Like waves on the shore
our juxtapositioning
personalities
magically weave together
vanilla and tobacco
21 May 2020 Leave a comment
in haiku, poetry, senyru Tags: early love, haiku, love, romance
Reposted from a comment to Jay Bleu’s response to the senyru yesterday
feeling young romance
even more intensely as
the body grows old
21 May 2020 6 Comments
in poetry
while washing dishes
we reach for the same tea towel
your arm brushing mine
18 May 2020 16 Comments
in poetry
The rain whispers
against the windows
brushes on a high hat
fingertips on my skin
.
your arm boneless
heavy across my chest
anchoring me to the mattress, you
.
I listen sleeplessly
to the music of your soft breaths
humming of murmured words
until your chest rising and falling
rocks me back to sleep.
17 May 2020 Leave a comment
in haiku Tags: Cold, frost, haiku, senyru
heat turned off – it’s May
burrowed under the blankets
frost across the lawn