Betrayal Speaks Without Words

Eyes hide behind clouds

Voice vacuumed of affection

She knows, hollowed heart

Written for:  http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/betrayal

In Truth (a haibun)

That whole year, a blinding storm raged.  Alone,
in my own apartment–one marriage under
my belt, and two ‘live-ins’ tucked away –
here was my chance to dance independently
of men.  To look at myself in the mirror,
and see no other reflections.  Instead,
sweet smoke and friends drifted
in and out.  It rained pills, mood spills,
and finally, hospital chills.  I wondered
if I was simply a hollow wind.

If skies do not clear
Hard to see beyond blackness
And perceive yourself

Written for:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/verse first/
Write “The Wild Truth”

Dear Me!

Oh, how derelict in duty
to arrive so late.
Surely they will start without me
and remove my plate.
Why does this old watch fob never
seem to know the date?
Perhaps I put my spectacles on,
not quite straight.
Oh, the tea will be dark and cold,
cakes in a soggy state.
The Hatter will be so put out
with me, at any rate.
March Hare will be counting up cups
just to number eight.
Only the dormouse will not care,
too soused for a debate.
Dear me, I have never been this late!

Written for Poetic Asides/
Write a late poem.

Who Is My Muse?

Violet eyes rivet me.
When she dances
in silk wraps, gentle
as a tropical breeze,
she soars my imagination,
illuminates my child.

Sometimes she sits
on a window ledge,
peering out.  If rain
washes down the glass,
my dark thoughts
travel to my pen.

We do not converse;
we understand each other.

 

Written for:  http://margoroby.com/
Write about your muse or make one up.

Oasis?

Mirage may appear

Oasis to the desperate

Take time to be sure

 

Written for Carpe Diem

Yellow Scream

Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth

When even dandelions
lose hope, a house swallows
the blues.  Sure, on the outside,
one would never guess.  Lemon
confection of a house, glowing
with lighthouse lambency.  Why,
one would think whoever lives here
would be delirious with joy,
not simply delirious.

Written for:  http://magpietales.blogspot.com/

Sunday Wordle #109 cut, opaque, nebulous, hover, bleak, breath, timing, torch, crush, blazing, slab, touch, vision

Out Of Depth

Nebulous night fog hovers bleakly
over the ocean, cutting my vision
to near zero, as my breath puffs
opaque white clouds.  Where is
that fishing vessel?  Touch my
phone again, checking the hour.
Guy has no sense of timing.  Boom!
Suddenly the sky is blazing.  Some-
one must have torched the ship.
My heart crushes like a tin soda
can.  See myself on a marble slab,
toe-tagged.

 

Written for http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

 

Zen Moments For Marion And Murphy

Murphy

Murphy races ‘round and ‘round
until a circle curls.  Well, what do
you know?  He has discovered
how to put his tail in his mouth.
Sure, he wished it were longer,
but what an endlessly fun thing
to do.

Marion

 Marion is enamored of her paws,
with good reason.  They start out
champagne colored at her hips,
and become white tapers from
ankle to toes.  She sits, crossing
them in front of her, her eyes
slightly closed.  Marion meditates.
Sometimes she wraps her paws
around her face to block out
light or people.

 

Written for http://wewritepoems.com/#157/zen
Your protagonist(s) is having a zen body and soul moment
Fourth poem in series

Eggshell

Half of blue eggshell

Found on table in back yard

I hope life took wing

 

Written for:  http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/egg

Nasty Girl

Mischievous girl, with sharp stick in hand,
iron nerve, poked and prodded
at nature’s pride.  Stabbed blindly
at a nest, toppling a busy hive
underneath.  Angry bees attacked;
she blamed them.

Written for http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
Write exactly 33 words, 30 of your own and three of the following:

topple     paradigm     underneath     nerve     honey     loop