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Monthly Archives: March 2014
Excavation
Webs and arrows of misfortune printed her body with clues. Under crescent moon, and few stars a deadly deed befell her. Excavation of the property’s flower beds, revealed red pumps. After she was pulled from an early grave, a monarch butterfly pendant was found ’round … Continue reading
The Body
Rows of mending stitches burst. Healing would take more time. Why? because heaven only knew when shivering would cease, and the growl rooted in her throat would soften. New plans emerged. She would have to be repacked in ice. … Continue reading
Old Friends
Old friends know each other’s foibles, they count on each other’s strengths, laugh at each other’s jokes–that no one else gets–and share each other’s secrets. As we age, memory plays tricks on us. Is there something that we long assumed … Continue reading
Starlight
Looking up at a star Sky bright at night I carry the heavens with me Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #433 Zen-Buddhism Love
A Transformation
Eggs begin to crack Mother bird guards nest Baby birds are born Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special #84, The Way of St. James (part 10)
Young Compassion
Child shaves her head Show of solidarity Friend with cancer Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #431, Negoro-ji (temple 82) & Yashima-ji (temple 84) (Compassion)
Thoughts Carried From Childhood
She cracked her gum, click, click, click. Pale-skinned, proportionate features, and long thick hair. She never seemed to be completely there. No emotions crossed her face or watered her blue pale eyes. The queen held court; you came to her. … Continue reading
Shame
Just shy of teenage years and accompanying fears of fitting in, I was part of a group of girls who still played games, yet noticed boys. Taught acceptance of all people, early on, I cannot now comprehend my behavior toward … Continue reading
Can I Do This?
Can I Do This? Flushed cheeks, pounding heart, nauseated but determined, I read my poem out loud. Written for Poetic Asides #260 Write an excited poem.
Than-Bauk poems
Chest puffed out, red quickly, sped off with bread in beak In purple ink she can think, write, and drink some wine. Written for Creative Bloomings InForm: Than-Bauk 4/4/4 – 4th syll. of Line 1 rhymes with 3rd syll. of … Continue reading
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