herfstsesteenwegin cold wet streets
pasted with leaves,
the sun retreats;
sidewalk paved in gold
pasted with leaves
from borean gales,
the night prevails.
cold night coming
curl around their feet
from borean gales
the sun retreats;
the night prevails
in cold, wet streets.
voxmist,vox3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
settling on surfaces,
the moon a heavy-lidded eye.
in the dead hours i write.
hushed, in the doldrums,
the world around me sleeps
and i can hear my Mother's voice.
tanabatathough kept aparttanabata3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
by the vast deep,
two distant hearts
one promise keep.
by the vast deep,
on sep'rate strands.
one promise keep:
on sep'rate strands
'til blessed by moon;
'til blessed by moon,
two distant hearts;
though kept apart.
peninsula rengaflorida summerpeninsula renga3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
crinkled palm fronds
keeping a lookout for the
gators and anacondas
squish and slosh
through the marsh
skin warm and tight on my cheeks
i can feel freckles sprouting
flinch away from the waves
too cold for the heat
as they crash around
i taste the sea in my throat
and smell the salt on my breath
the sail molds around the wind
with sharp snaps
my soul soars on the gulf breeze
with the angels and seagulls
push kites and children
waiting for rain
the squall washes into shore
bathing my face with summer
the sun squints overhead
captain's logby now the sun's gone red,captain's log1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
swollen and yet colder;
the earth, still, burnt and dead.
extinction made bolder
our race; reaching the stars
upon quantum shoulders.
but have we reached too far,
we few thousand riding
space is not abiding;
we lack maps decrying
here be dragons hiding!
our prow ether-plying
as the navigator
flails at planet scrying.
i've grown to fear we have played traitor
to the veiled cause of our creator.
moon riselet us bathe in themoon rise1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
geysers of enceladus,
where steam melts to snow.
does life ride this molten cusp,
lit by the night side's ring-glow?
octjikithe nebulous flocks of monarchs head south to coalesce.octjiki3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the geese arrow in from the north, waddle through the cool grass.
the air sends signs to the earth: persephone is below.
tivoli parkthe ducks wake,tivoli park2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
plunging and preening:
spread wings, waggled tails.
the sun 'graphs,
my prayers in motion.
shrineshrine1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we are gnosis-filled vessels;
grails to quaff the mysteries.
the is where is not nestles;
we are reliquaries.
phrases as facetsthe phrase 'i love you' is justphrases as facets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a small, flat, beautiful stone
skipped across the vast surface
of the concept it describes...
adjustingsun and moon,adjusting2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
though themselves unchanged,
the breath in my lungs
still tastes strange to me.
jolted awake by a stark epiphanyi caught a spare glimpsejolted awake by a stark epiphany1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of the tome from which muse quotes;
i saw my pride's bane.
i am the saddest of scribes,
the poorest of plagiarists.
opticsmy water may still,optics3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my mirror may be wiped clean,
but my vision's still obscured.
secure in this fact
i turn my face to the light,
having faith it will guide me.
discretesome answers and some questionsdiscrete3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we think too small to comprehend;
the mere hints of insinuations,
means far beyond an end.
we think too small to comprehend
the most fundamental things:
means far beyond an end,
knots tied without a string.
the most fundamental things:
the mere hints of insinuations;
knots tied without a string:
some answers and some questions
fallen starfallen star3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
we are, with or without intervention, the stray blossoms of scattered seeds;
weeds or wildflowers depending on the context. life flowered from the remnants
of the deaths of the first stars before our sun was born and spread it tendrils
to any and every niche it found. that being said, there is no missing link
describing our evolution from a simian ancestor. there is, however, a bridge that
spans that gap: lonely deity, meddling watcher, or a combination of both tales.
this, by no means, makes us more or less than we have always been or can ever be;
but realizing this can free us to fulfill those potentials.
salting primordial s
pouncei am crouched,pounce1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
underneath the chair;
your ankle draws nigh;
i am become death.
paradigmcreation speaks in endless tonguesparadigm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and to each soul in its own way.
the omnipresent and omniscient
knows no limitations.
the boundaries applied by man
and disappear in truth's majestic
we are as motes
dancing in light:
not luminous alone.
bask and shine
by reflecting the source with our selves.
diagonallike lapping waves,diagonal1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or plaited braids, these syllables
return in staid and cyclical interactions.
foundations laid, this lexical liquefaction then inundates
with lyrical benefaction which will placate
as compaction consolidates
what one dictates.
the prophet: givingthe giftthe prophet: giving3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the act,
not the thing that is given,
with grace, that which is given.
that act is
dress-upthe closet opens to revealdress-up1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that little girl, eyes full of zeal;
she's come to twirl and whirl and squeal.
as she dons me her giggles skirl;
that little girl, she's come to twirl.
she wants to look the debutante.
against the rules mommy has taught,
in gramma's jools she'll primp and flaunt
as at her feet i drape and pool;
against the rules in gramma's jools.
she sneaks in, secret, to wear me;
we play pretend til mommy sees.
my bestest friend she'll always be.
when she grows up...sigh...this will end.
we play pretend, my bestest friend.
union of earth and skylight into darkness will retire;union of earth and sky1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
embracing sire, embraced by mare.
phi's ray bisects the golden spiral,
pointing to infinity's lair.
eternal momentwriting, now, for writing's sake;eternal moment1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
a devotional and prayer.
dipper full, now, i partake;
with a child's gaze i stare.
the sleeper is, now, awake;
the universe is self-aware.
all the countless suns,
pin-pricks in the source's veil,
shine upon my face.
Snow haikuThe blue light of snowSnow haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
purifies: my spirit freed,
my heart breathes again.