She ponders the
reflection in her
mirror a change-
ling had replaced
the face that greeted
her every morning
How had the fairies
insinuated this graying,
wrinkled being
behind the glass
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Eclipse – a haiku
sun and moon conspire
to cover earth with a dark
cloak eclipsing light
At 2 AM
The the clock hides its
face with pointing
hands so it will not
be witness to the
secret time when
everything is
probable and
nothing is real
It holds its breath
ticking, tocking as
quietly as possible
trying to avoid the
stares of fading
phantasms hiding
in the shadows
Day Dreams
the sun woke slowly
rubbing her eyes
yawning, smiling
remembering the dreams
she dreamed through
the dark night
dancing with orion under
the milky way and
partying with seven sisters
on the red planet
dreams of love songs
played by lyra that
she holds in her heart
as she journeys
across the sky
After The Fall
The yellow brick road is
Full of weeds
No one believes in the
Wonderful Wizard or
His magic any longer
Glenda and the Wicked
Witch have opened a
Cafe in downtown Oz
Dorothy has abandoned
Her ruby slippers and
Started a rescue farm
For Flying Monkeys
Only Toto remembers
The way home
Prodigal Roar
The grieving, prodigal moon
is roaring, rushing through the
night light-
ing candles trying
to find treasure hidden
by the sun
longing to learn the
secrets of heat and fire
Tent Dwellers
mesh tents
hang
cemented in forks
of a choke cherry
their prevalence a
sign of springs arrival
the morass of squirming
life inside emerges like
reporters spilling from
a courtroom
they amble
down
a
silken
gangway
in a caterpillar kind
of follow-the-leader
to search for tasty leaves,
aquiver as bird shadows
cover them
and I glibly pass by with
no sonder
(posted in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle # 61)
Peace Remains
I traced secrets on
the shores of your heart
words of hope, of fear
and broken dreams are
scratched into the sandy
beaches
I wait for foaming
swells of love
to erase the pain
each
one
swept away
until all
that remains
is
peace
shame – haiku
tiny brown wren sings
a song of unbounded joy
shames the cawing crow
Times Change
there’s
nothing
like it now
no eskimo
walrus or guitar man who can pen like
Zimmy did in those hazy days of youth
the ships have sailed
come on in
nothing’s
new
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