ruth

recuerda mi corazon Haiku my heart

blocking the light
she moved to another star
shadows of old hush

tonight’s tide

read write poem napowrimo day 21 perfectly flawed. write a poem about flaws and perfection in yourself or in nature or write about how you feel about being imperfect or perfect; three word wednesday: ebb negotiate random; photo: Town Car White Wall Wheel,  Sparks68, flickr

loving the perfect imperfection
where one half commands
a quarter questions

we negotiate the expenditure
our love shifts into cost control

amuse me with your viscosity
how your hands negotiate
the curves and straight away

kooky kosher connect
courageous cool
we sink compliantly

the random risk
of cozy reluctance
tandom synchronicity

turning wheels directed
towards docile domicile
the ebb of kindled quiet flame

you barbecue medium rear steaks
i occupy with green salad dujour

together we sip the red wine of
a lasting imperfect alliance

blazing stars and comets cast
agreeable accession

curtain call

read write poem napowrimo day 9. your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use at least twelve words from this list: flap, winter, torch, pail, jug, strum, lever, massage, octopus, marionette, stow, pumice, rug, jam, limp, campfire, startle, wattle, bruise, chimney, tome, talon, fringe, walker; Include: (1) something that tastes terrible; (2) some part (from a few words to several lines) of a previous poem that didn’t quite pan out; and (3) a sound that makes you happy. day 9 was a challenge to complete. this one took most of the day to form and fit a story that was worth revealing.
photo: diesmali, flickr

resisting the warmth of the glowing campfire the willowy walker began his chant imparted from the verbal echoes of the elder voices. uncorking the soft remote, his closed eyes searched the roomy skies pulling hard on the lever of long distance. happiness slowly smiled intrados as his body responded to the rural rug beneath lifting upward acknowledging the familiar strum of his beating heart. detecting the ubiquitous utterances of the sacred tome the talons of time embraced his breath leaving him instantly limp. crossing the invisible the flap of resistance released bringing back his body. awakening to a bitter taste of buried burning bones he knew he was near his resting place. in the clearing of creation he could see the fiery torch of purple and gold leading him heavenward. with a startle of remembrance he began to massage the bruise of last week’s circle dance as the beating drums swam along the stars. hidden in the folds of his memory shuffling his feet along side her who sighs to the wailing white moon he who is soon to be a starry host, polaris.

gallop gone

three word wednesday: pulse, shard, weary
photo: DennisKirk , flickr

weary awakening not much sleep
a particular star in last night’s sky
comet comes calling cerebral glide
riding saddle summons
possibility  persist stirruped feet engaged

light recognition dawn’s racing hoofbeats
gravity’s pulse and pull homeward descent
earthbound tied a dreamer’s plunge
water splash array no need for air

slipping soothe surround soft bed
shards of cosmos between my toes
morning confessions yoke disclose
trying to catch the 6am train