Blue: SoCS

This is for Linda G. Hill’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, and the prompt word is “blue.”


Sitting here in a coffee shop, I see no blue object to write about. Except my own poetry notebook, which has a dark-blue cover. It is an old book, repurposed. It used to be an old novel called The House of a Thousand Candles. In this iteration, it has been reincarnated as a notebook, filled with blank pages, but some of the story’s pages have also been retained. It makes me wish that I could read the whole story.

Mysterious tale:

Candles only light so much,

Knowledge limited

Snapshot of Autumn

Frank Tassone’s haikai prompt this week is autumn comtemplation (shuushi). I will contemplate this idea more later, but these are my first musings. 


Brown leaf tumbles down
Crinkles, crunches underfoot
Ground has a blanket

Tree branches shivering cold
Amid changing, frigid wind

 

Update: Here is a haiku that is a little bit silly but also has a lot to do with autumn.

Coffee clichés come:
P.S.L. fever ignites
Cool temperatures

Many-Hued Verse

I wrote a few sidlak poems over the past few days. This form, which has 4 lines of 3-5-7-9 syllables and concludes with a fifth line that is a color, has been fun. I found out about it from Abigail Gronway, who also wrote a nice one. Shared with the Tuesday Platform.


“Antique”

Black coffee

In a library,

On antique, sturdy table —

I sense the musty smell of old books

Mahogany

 

“Royalty”

Poetry:

Proper meter? Rhyme?

Freedom in form anytime.

Word queen of my poetry world, hued

Purple

 

“Fight”

Depression,

Anxiety fight

Oppressing like a devil,

A cardboard box, sent, undelivered:

Black.