No. 8, Black Flowing, Jackson Pollock
black birds migrating
like ink stains in the blue sky
silently pass by
Prone to Falling
she should wear a wrist band
like in a nursing home –
“fall risk” it reads
in bold letters
she falls for anything
the chop-o-matic that
doesn’t chop onions
the sham-wow that
leaves streaks on her car
a money back guarantee
with fine print
the promise of free shipping
one size fits all
and the man who promised
he would never leave
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Things are not always what they seem – thats the prompt at OctPoWriMo today
leafy ballet
wind blows
leaves dance
like ballerinas across the grassy lawn
dressed in red, orange, and yellow
tutus flutter
in rhythm
with nature
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here’s another Trinet using word count
last dance
The prompt for OctPoWriMo today is “dancing” and, over at B&P Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has challenged us to write a Trinet ( 7 lines, non-rhyming, with a 2, 2, 6, 6, 2, 2, 2 syllable count)
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dancing
alone
as the wind brushes past
holding tight to the branch
last leaf
on the
maple
—–
frog pond
green pond water
undisturbed, calm until
frog jumps in
boy’s day
determined carp swim
through the currents in the wind
proud father looks up
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Today on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Chevrefeuille featured the Kodomo No Hi festival – Childre’s Day (formerly Boy’s Day)
Moon Dance
Tell me secrets of the stars
Tell me secrets of the stars
Whisper in my ear
Whisper in my ear
The stars whisper-
tell me of secrets, in my ear
Show me galaxies that dance
Show me galaxies that dance
Hold hands with the moon
Hold hands with the moon
Dance with me moon
Hands that hold the galaxies’ show
Sing the melody of the planets
Sing the melody of the planets
We’ll wake the sun with song
We’ll wake the sun with song
We’ll sing of the planets –
The sun song, wake with the melody
Sing with me songs that dance, hold the moon
Hand me the sun – we’ll whisper secrets
Wake the planets with the melody in my ear
Show, tell me of galaxies of stars
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The OctPoWriMo challenge today is to write a Paradelle
Whisper to Me
tell me about the quiet people
the good deeds gone unnoticed
I’m drowning in political hubris
smothered in bloodshed
tell me about the do-gooders
the selfless, help me shed
this perpetual bombardment
of negativity and hate
jealousy and rage
tell me about kindness
about gentle spirits
help me dig out from under
this pile of sensationalism
so I can see that beauty survives
tell me about the workers,
creators, inventors
I’m torn down by destruction
worn down by erosion
show me the sun and moon
the stars twinkling hope
whisper to me of love
A Day of Promise
(The prompt today at OctPoWriMo was to imagine a day where you could do anything you want)
no alarms
no phone calls
no appointments
no promises to keep
this day is a blank
to be filled with surprises
or to leave empty
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Day 15 at http://octpowrimo.com
here i stand
i stand alone on a single plank
the ones behind dissolved
the ones ahead like gossamer
not yet formed
i must not grieve for
what was behind or
reach too soon for
the next step
there is much to
discover on this single
plank if i but look
and listen
touch and taste
