An amazing
Hummingbird vine
Eat whatever you want
Rural or city
It does not matter
Anymore.
life is busy
Vibrant flowers
No obligation.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 26
Found: Attn Hummingbirds
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X haiku
criss-crossing the sky
white lines sketch calligraphy
symbols mark treasure
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 24 (catch up)
I can see the end from here. It feels cheap trying to catch up using a haiku, but a poem’s a poem.
Directory assistance
From beginning
To end
A reader is nonplussed
By the words that
Were written weeks ago,
Just as a car full
of clowns
empties out
in front of a telephone
booth, without a single one
of them stopping to make a call,
or even wonder if the phone
still works.
and not one of them
has a quarter.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 23
Aftermath
The addition of slaw
– made with vinegar and equal parts
horse-radish, mustard, and ketchup
to any picnic dinner
Is rivaled by the
subtraction of potato salad,
the kind with sweet relish and
mayonnaise. Divided loyalties about
how these dishes get made
and who gets the leftovers,
stored in plastic bowls
and covered with multi-ply towels
to keep away the flies.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 22
Positioning
It is the manner in which the drawbridge is lowered from the side of the castle wall, going from vertical to horizontal, that allows others entry into the inner courtyard. A rain barrel beneath the down spout to catch deluge runoff from the roof in April to use in May. The 3-2 breaking ball thrown in the sixth inning with runners on first and third, and two outs. A Bach bust figurine on the shelf facing out into the room, considering his thought of each note and the placement of same. The care in a resting hand on her knee while she smiles into the gray skies. A potted ivy plant on a glass table across the room from the window. A parting of the storm clouds filled by the waxing moon, visible from the castle tower.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 21.
Haiku 3
Waiting on blossoms,
Morning, like snowfall in spring,
Holds back pink blushes.
Joining in chorus,
Emergence from fermata,
Voices with birdsong.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 20
Double Haiku
Hall of mirrors
Open
the mirror’d soul
to speak in blues and green.
Colours of the landscape canvas
grazing
the tales
of old places, new embraces.
Heroes’ travels on crisp
printed paper,
whisper.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 19
A response to a prompt to celebrate National Library Week over at Earful of Cider
A short thought
For all the times
I have heard Sweet Caroline
This time never
Felt so good
For Boston
In springtime.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 18
Sonnet
Exact from me with whispers rapt and low,
the pace of conjugate contentious sway
into one another’s concert play.
The night reveals a space to deepen, slow
in the rush, the fierce becomes the calm.
Would that I could seal our lover’s sighs
grasping at the moon in starfilled skies,
interjecting sweet familiar psalms
and upon the hallowed, moistened ground,
love and passion fallow, for a time.
Yet the sounds of poesy and rhyme
call out to the blades gone pressing down
and the words that seem to fail in cue
wrap us in the dawn’s evolving dew.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 17
Slightly late, but hey, sonnets aren’t simple…
the chnott and the sarborant
A chnott lay in the shearthenware upon the riverbed,
Eating up the fugebrumbs, and probing for his stead.
When upon a sarborant, he happened just to spy
Watchecating silver specks, and not yet gone to die.
“Halloo!” He called with all galand (his kindly voice did squee)
The sarborant just nodded once, with crubbled industry.
“What do you say, dear friendly ‘rant, what misharcheaks have you?”
-Our chnott is nice beyond rebuke, mountanic in his hue-
To which, the sarborant responded, watchecating still
“Inhavictius embergathes and logus emberspill.”
And with that wisdom simply spoke, the sarborant evailed
Leaving sprity slyler specks upon the ground regaled.
A dark night crept in latternish, the riverbed so small
The chnott galand with fugebrumbs, silver specks and all.
NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 16
Taps and Ratamacues 