Defiant roses
Speared me with an archer’s point,
Bleed after cut thorns.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 14
Haiku 2
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If diabetes were handled as a weekly post apocalyptic TV series
Last week on The Gobbledygook Inters :
In a resemblance to a growing band
Band of apocalyptic marauders,
Survivalist industrialists slowly overtake the only factory along the river
And feed a dose of a miscreant pollutant into the
Waterways.
Meanwhile,
Our hero attempts to negotiate
With the leader of the counterrevolutionaries,
The number of potato guns and associated
Ammunition to be used in the impending attack
Against the increasing numbers
Of the zombie horde.
The network is watching closely
To ensure that ratings don’t overshadow
It ability to fund new episodes.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 13
Haiku 1
Chilled springtime rainfall
Trumpets winter’s midnight call
Wakens green at dawn
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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 12
breaking the ice
first, I loaded two coolers of frozen food
from a basement freezer, as if gathering
core samples from some artic
expedition, including
four bags of brussell sprouts
a box of apple dumplings
an assortment of frozen dinners
three vacuum-packed bags of black-eyed peas
from your step-father’s garden from 2007,
and freed, with a hammer and pick,
a pasta casserole
and a bag of frosted tilapia.
my hands screened the icy water
and glacial shards across
the floor of the freezer
and into a pan. once filled, I
carried it up the stairs
and tossed the debris
out the back door beneath
the lavender bush.
later, I trimmed the stems from eight
red roses and placed them
in tap water in a vase
on the corner of the kitchen
counter.
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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 10
okra absolutism
not meant
for subtlety,
you either eat
okra
boiled or fried.
slimy or crispy.
in a gumbo or covered
in cornmeal.
the situation dictates it.
if it is pickled
it’s already dead.
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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 9
slightly late, but hopefully, I’ll catch up.
Found 2
I
Really liked
Summer when
I found it between the strides
Of new growth
And the day the redgoldamber
Lept out from a
Chlorophyll-induced slumber.
NAPOWRIMO 2013 day 8
shadows of a moment
it is where
you look past
the moment,
and her form is
outlined against the wall,
larger than living,
but devoid of the details,
color and shade
integrated with vectors
that are her creations,
and hers alone.
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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 7
doppler collusion
speak the sound,
then it resonates back
in waves that traverse time,
sometimes delayed.
When I was a child,
I used a tape
recorder to
compose sounds
and mimic noises and
imitate voices from what I heard.
Then played them back.
They were old,
voices
from movies and
TV shows, trustworthy sounds
to my ear, both as I spoke them and
as they were played back to
me from the tape.
sometimes
Stan Laurel wouldn’t
come out the way I heard him
when I spoke,
and I realize now,
I was only six.
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NaPoWriMo 2013, Day 6
Spitzer
I’ve seen how the wind
blows left and right
over fields expanding as a universe
pushing tall grass aside
as a giant breath.
And heard the whistle of a thrown ball
a distance of sixty feet.
Yet cannot fathom the sight
of a star hurtling through
space millions of miles
pushing the dust of
of its forebears aside.
And from my vantage point
there is no sound.
with a silence that fills
the void. And the path of its past
trailing without a whisper.
NAPOWRIMO 2013 day 5
Beyond
Would that I could speak
beyond the gardens,
a language like bees;
a buzzing that lingers
among yellow flowers.
Sighing
over petals and stoma
and soaking
in a transpired grace,
-workmanlike-
thanking each place
for its guidance
with an innermost declaration.
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