Big Tent Poetry, Poetry, SundayScribblings

only when i dance am i invisible

big tent poetry monday prompt: alliteration, pick a letter any letter and fly
sunday scribbling no 250: invisible [congrats “ss” 250 prompt!!]
photo: Robyn Hooz, flickr

at least once
a day
i step back
only slightly
to make sure
i’m still here
footstep free
a hundred miles
less than yesterday

the path i ponder
wonders aloud
so plainly attired in
colorful commotion
calamity and calm

with flowery flair
and secret signals
a haven of smoky puffs
soon surround
in powerful pursuit

and with a slightly distracted air
one speaks …and who are you?

seeing a slight
of shimmering
he snickers and spits
while whispering
mysterious addresses
designed to depart in
sightless swaying
cobweb sublet strings

knowing the way
he’s friendly and fierce
opening doors
beyond his sacred

hardly ever
do i hesitate
only when i
suddenly forget

and near the edge
of this day’s light
i hear a holler so

come home soon
we all miss you

haiku my heart, tanka

haiku my heart.ok

rebecca’s friday recuerda mi corazon meets today
photo: bones64, flickr

one red rose

not being perfect
one yields to the immediate
a smile cures the strain
dispatch across the divide
tempest kisses spellbound rose

you know how this one goes, nothing is as ever it appears. stubborn, flexible, anger, happiness, love, hate… all those human emotions–by choice some say, we engage on a moment by moment basis with little hesitation whenever of our immediate location.. huh??

Big Tent Poetry, haibun, Poetry


big tent poetry: Write a travel log in which you encounter a mythical creature and for an extra challenge in haibun form; photo: sculpture, .Baz, flickr

day 5.  5 am. the trek of a lifetime begins. location. a dry airless desert

early morning enters these cloistered walls of shape shifting sand dunes
immediately the mind motor starts to spin tiny sticky secret sightings
footprints passing i’ve awakened the others. ancient baptism beguile

heading towards a gathering, cool clear waters sparkling
submerged under a deep pail pouring—over, saturate and shackle
seeking ablution misty moisture clears the alluvial residue of restraint

day 10.  1 pm.  it’s really hot here. location. a dry airless desert

finding a few dry bones beneath a sandcastle sinking
the touch takes a telepathic thunderbolt turn
a sudden request registers roars the surrounding sand blowing shroud

vociferous and unrestrained, i’m talking to a tempest
blown adrift, an impossible power, her reply sui generis

day 12. a million grains of sand erupting. location. a dry airless desert

tumbling towards the hot blazing sun
the dunes erase the graveled highway route

the tempest taunts my travels today
glazing in the glare of her furrowed face
the eyes burn with a stinging bite
the grit of sand’s language she savors the trace

unable to sit she bears her teeth a blustery breeze disturbance
in the folds of cloth’s lucidity sincerity shields my soul
bumpy and unsettling tactics transpose
we continue this tumultuous encounter

day 21. 7 pm. the wind continues. location. within the tempest

a whirl and a mist her breath blows, chewed and charmed the scent of souls
wanderers corralled, lost along their way. when where does she come from i hide in her midst.

running wild wounds
healing sooth salve surrender
savor the escape

*diapedesis, breaking through
sui generis, of its own kind

Napowrimo, Poetry, ReadWritePoem


read write poem napowrimo day 17: something elemental-fire earth water wind-pick one with an unusual point of view; for me it’s all about the wind, along the sea, the coast, the desert… anywhere… photo: Sea of Sand, GIAN.F, flickr

mute motioning hand
forming fine fingers of force
drifting disturbance

powerless measure
tumultuous tempest
halcyon stirred

a kiss of breezy perception
fine floating embrace
contact windswept connection

frenzy fling of fury
puzzling undiscovered genesis
temporary serpentine twister

ubiquitous lasso orbit
desert defy dragon
the roaring burn stinging arrival