Sunshine and birdsongHeady perfume of flowersSpring has just kissed me
Luke disapproves.What many people including Vel didn't know was that the first time Luke saw Wolf his world tipped off its axis. Of course, Luke disapproved. His world was not allowed to tip off its axis as it pleased. He disapproved even more as the scruff-monster he didn't know his name yet so casually opened his mouth and stated the obvious as Luke caved to Vel's wheedling. But what had really set him over the edge was how his world seemed to righten a little when the scruff-monster introduced himself as Wolf. Luke hoped he was having a bad nightmare or at least hallucinating. There was no way someone who looked like a half-shaved hobo with a five year old's mom's-not-looking-I'll-give-myself-a-haircut-with-safety-scissors haircut would fix the sudden imbalance within him. So he tried to clarify the scruff-monster's name.Again.And again.But no such luck. His name was Wolf.And it fucking suited him, which pissed him off the moment he realized it.So Luke made a foolpro
Coffeeshop TeaThe sweet sludge at theBottom of my to-go cupIs what I wantedThe entire time I sipped.I hate Sugar In The Raw.
PreferenceI only put upMy umbrella when the rainFalls too hard or cold.
DiscoveryA crumpled piece ofPaper unfolds to script.I found a treasure.
A Haiku for SummerSweat rolls down to meetLips seeking some refreshmentSummer is so hot.
A WarningI want to break legsWhen you show incompetenceSign your damn timesheets
Spider LegsHairy legs stretch outTrying to touch nothing close.Wear less mascara.
ImagineImagineA little girl swingingOn her father's arm. NoWorries, only smiles. SmallFeet on large ones dancing.Slinging a baseball justLike Daddy.ImagineThat same girl, older, cryingAnd watching Daddy walkAway. She wipes her tearsAnd shoulders adulthood.No more the laughing girlDaddy remembers.ImagineHer growing up. Not aChild, but stuck in a child'sBody. Bills, food and herFamily are her thoughts.Not like normal girls atHer age.ImagineHer grown up and gratefulFor your absence. She isStrong in ways she neverForesaw. She doesn't resentYou. She is happy andAt peace.
CommunionCharlemagne Emilia Belladonna lay in a remote field of her familys property avoiding her life. Her horse was tied to a tree, close enough to get to it quickly but far enough away to not be startled by the shots of gunfire made by its rider. She conveniently left her cell phone in her room at the Manor so that her Sworn couldnt find her easily. She squeezed off a round, as if trying to banish those thoughts via her rifle.Still off, she thought as she made adjustments to zero her sight and fitted herself against the stock. She could just see her bodyguards faces when they found her room empty before dawn and horse gone without even the stables night staff seeing her. The older members of the Council would complain about her shirking her duties while her father would chuckle and mention that she was her mothers daughter. Being home meant the Council would push her into being the Countess though she wasnt confirmed yet. Her finger curled around t
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
DeceptiveDeceptive:Little butterfly,Tempting with beautiful wings;Poisons quickly.-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Haikuwrimo February 200928thbare trunksalong the forest path -gravestones in a clearing------27thlow tide -stones piled uponwet stones------26thsilent breeze -a moorhen passing throughthe norfolk reeds------25thwinter heathland -ponds reflectingpieces of sky------24thbreak in the traffic -ducks flapping pastin a line------23rdHythe canal -a duck's wake scatteringthe trees' reflections------22ndheavy rainon the playing fieldsswans float------21stclear night sky -a car's enginefading away------20ththick fog -dew droplets catchthe faint sunlight------19thbetween firand pine -a crow in flight------18thgrey dawn -a wave crashesinto cool air------17thwith snow on the groundand now without it -a pigeon's coo------16thclouds' unbrokenambiguity -first crocuses------15thmorning sun -the crackof cleaved wood------14thdawn shadows -a grass bladehalf frosted(featured in Riverbed Haiku Spring 2009)------13thwaning light -each breathmore visible
Winter Againdescends, the finaltraveler in autumns closea leaf touches snow
Lilac II - tankaa star-glow connects their breaths -a river path. in lilac light she forgets to sigh.
A perfect fita purring catfills the wash basintemporarily
A Sudden FlightInk-black birds scatter,Writing lines of free verseAcross a paper sky.
Boingacross the meadowevery step eruptswith grasshoppers
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.winter rain-an old pot fillswith moonlight2.sunrise...birdsong fallingfrom the mountain3.just in timefor the newborn-snow flurries!4.gang signson the old church door...winter deepens5.stillness...a cloudof white breath6.deepin the raven's cry-southern drawl7.midnight walk- between each starthe cosmos8.resting awhileon Issa's death poem-the fly9.morning thaw-the bulldog's growlsoftens10.loneliness...leek soup coldin the crock pot11.crowsbecomingdusk12.one cloudthe shade of mango-winter's end?13.beggingin her native tongue...day moon14noon rain-children pourfrom the school bus15.each strand of cobweb white dew16.smotheringthe prayer candle-evening fog17.my last dollar...a scrap of daylighton the table18.thunder!one small faceat the window19.stretching between seasons earthworm20.gatheringthe prisoners-winter rainbow21.starry night
A Haiku for SpringSunshine and birdsongHeady perfume of flowersSpring has just kissed me