For this “heeding haiku” prompt, about morning dew.
Morning dew, moon-tears
When she, grieving, says good-bye
Waiting for the night.
Water
Pain
I’ve been going through an emotional time lately mixed with the devastation of the fires in California, so I wrote this ninette. Shared with Real Toads’ Tuesday platform.
Tears,
Cleansing
Pain, but not
Taking it from
Breaking, breaking hearts:
Fall on the world,
To put out
Hellish
Flames.
the heart
A late response for the Sunday Whirl’s wordle #362. Shared with DVerse, open link night. Read other poems here.
The heart is a lake, surrounded by pines
it yearns, it knows not how to pass the time
until it sees your face again in person.
There are signs of your presence, pictures —
but you are gone on a trip from which
you cannot return, nor bring back a gift.
The heart wishes to travel too, to wherever you are,
but here it must stay, under a hand-sewn quilt,
at the bottom of a staircase, in a drafty cabin
near a deep lake, surrounded by pines.
Out of the Glass
For Real Toads’ photographic challenge for this month
This flower is falling
Not enough space in this little place
She wants to break the glass
Even if the water spills
Indignation fills
This flower’s petals, but
The truth she hides
Putting anger aside
So that it only looks like sadness.
Aloha
For Real Toads, where the prompt for the weekend is to write about a “scene of the seaside you know or remember.” Update: Shared with DVerse’s Meeting the Bar because I played around a bit with punctuation and spacing.
Twelve years old, I visited Hawaii for the first time,
with my family. We stayed down the street
from Waikiki’s white-sand beach.
Amidst the crowds I still felt peace,
feeling the September sun and seeing the waves
going in and out, saying Aloha —
Hello, I love you, and goodbye.
Does It Need to Be a Nightmare?
For this creative prompt from Real Toads, about turning a fearful nightmare into something funny or not threatening. Based on a true story.
I’d often have a stressful dream,
Of a tsunami coming,
I’d see it hit me, die,
And be brought back to life
Over and over again.
The cycle would cease when
I realized it was a dream:
So I would grow gills
In peace swimming in the new sea,
And breathing underwater easily.
Standing Together
This is in response to a haiku prompt of raindrops.
Weeping-willow trees
Raindrops on morning-glory:
Solidarity.
