Monthly Archives: March 2019

The sky sings of flocks of geese amassing Feathered arrow aimed at day’s twilight Even sunlit clouds break up for their passing Rivers change their garb, no more ice glassing Over Spring’s sequestered treasures hid from sight The sky sings … Continue reading →

  Parched by the sun above No water at her feet to cool her An inner vortex churns within Coagulating questions _____ She is higher The sun closer As years grow older She grows colder ______ Reaching up From where … Continue reading →

They were called Wishniks or trolls Edema faces Empty souls Marble eyes, plastic skin Drew me with their childish grins We grow and throw too many things Then long for their return They gave me pleasure… I grew up… Did … Continue reading →

A child will stamp her feet on the carpet and throw a tantrum because she does not want to stop playing, then maybe brood for hours as you try to cajole her. I remember many days raising small children, having … Continue reading →

It starts with a deep foundation Withstanding the shaking and trials of time Sheltered walls firmly held in formation Memories weave through each paradigm Withstanding the shaking and trials of time Breezes whisper incantations Memories weave through each paradigm Collecting … Continue reading →

Do you have a sense of humor Lord? I asked in my despair Must shadow preclude light On every rose a thorny pair Why must seeds and saplings Along with sun need dark disdain For once can Summer circumvent Hostile … Continue reading →

I hear the hum of my heater, telling me it is still working, and I am warm. I hear the hum of my car, not too loud, so I know I am safely travelling to my destination. I don’t concentrate … Continue reading →

  Words unspoken wallow Bantering in a playful crib Till sense and wit are swallowed Overtaking a tempestuous jib Bantering in a playful crib Where lyric and view do grow Empowering a tempestuous jib I can stand off an overflow … Continue reading →

I shall skip the prose Sun gives no apology For the dark of night Prompt at dVerse is the Mardi gras and juxtaposition from feasting in all its merriment to the somber solemnity of Ash Wednesday. Suggested is a haibun, … Continue reading →

Spikes are sharp to the touch A defense An offense just as much Words spike an interest Spiking a response Bitter or sweet No tamer for the tongue Resplendency favored Inflicting pain is cruel But that which heals Must also … Continue reading →