You're Giraffing Me CrazyWhale hello there!You octopi my thoughts--get otter my head!
Heart of the MountainDead leaves sweep across November sidewalks,storm clouds brewing dark magicjust above Heart Mountain's sharp peak.Thirty minutes on the other side,the same snow-capped humplooks like a sleeping man, beaked noseand pointy knees held skyward.A Tom Cruise billboard,tattered from strong winter winds,looks on jealously as darknesssweeps over the sleeping stones,wishing disappearing was always so easy.
Snow TearsSnow blankets an early spring bloom;in the morning sun, it will meltinto the tears Mother Naturewas too stoic to shed.
Bashful SkiesThere will be nights you stay awaketo see, to count, to make wishes onthe stars...and they won't be there.The city lights will be too bright,the moon will take center stage for a tragic soliloquy,storm clouds will be thick and angry at you for not paying attention. They will get in your way.There will be mornings you get up earlyto see, to paint, to be inspired bythe sunrise...and he will disappoint youby wearing faded colors that wash him out,by being so late you have to go to work with unwashed hair and yesterday's wrinkled blouse,by deciding to wear no colors at allbut shrouding himself in last night's storm clouds instead.At these times, take a deep breath,think about all those moments you've had it rough,and remember this:even the sky wakes up feeling ugly...but the sky still tries to put its best foot forwardwhen the time comes.
Rusting CandlesThick smoke swirlsacross a half-hearted moon,red and brown murk swimmingin a sea of chrome.Copper-wire treestwist and creakin a perfumed breezeas dirt, debris,and chipping leavescrunch beneath metal tires.Bricker--a dying breed of optimism,of hope for a change--counts the number of clicksfrom one trash heapto the nextlike candles on a cakewaiting to be blown out.Half-stable skyscrapersloom overhead,statues of a worldtime has forgotten.With a battery hitting empty,Brickershapes one clawed handaround the weeping moon.Makes one last wish.Hums a happy birthdaywith groaning whirsand rusted gearsgrinding into nothing.
HaikuWriMo Bingo1. Mining Moon (Prompt--Science Fiction: Moon Mining)Moon Mothermines for lost dreamsin sweeping cloud streams.2. Stained Glass Sunset (Prompt--Concrete: Cirku)Stained by the sunset,a dragonfly's wingsfluttering in the breeze.3. Shy Scorpio (Prompt--Mythology: Constellations)Scorpio peeksabove the horizon,hiding from the moon.4. Toddler Mafia (Prompt--Action: Toddler Mafias)The shriek of a toddler:a loaded gun.5. False Promises and Sharp Teeth (Prompt--Mythology: Sirens in the Distance)The ocean warblesbeneath a new moonas sirens wail from the reef.6. Sculpted Copper (Prompt--Science Fiction: Steampunk)Metal dragonfliescarry the world's last wordsbetween wire antennae.7. Smoke and Mirrors (Prompt--Found: Last page of a book)Mostly immortal,the universe reacted,lifting miniature stars.8. Becoming Someone Else (Prompt--Transgressive: Recreational insomniac)Dreamskirts
HaikuWriMo 201421. Bleeding SilkHe soaks up the bloody imprintof her screaming facewith his favorite silk shirt.20. Prickly PearsBrown bear approachesthe prickly pear patchsnout-first.19. Feather GreaseThe Caw Father,black feathers shining like grease,struts along the sidewalklike the whole worldis his bird feeder.18. Forced DistanceShattered heartcupped in my palms,I take one last lookat the place we called homeand whisper goodbye.17. Playing CupidI watch the stars play Cupidand wonder who my wisheswere sent to today.16. You're Giraffing Me CrazyWhale hello there!You octopi my thoughts--get otter my head!15. ComatoseSpring lies comatose,a fox caught mid-huntbeneath thick ice.14. The Death of RatsThe future muffledbetween the questioning squeaksof a rat in black robes.13. Spring SnowflakesAt the heart of winter,I capturecarbonated stars.12. Becoming Someone ElseDreamskirts billowa
Coyote's FirefliesA pregnant moon lounges, smiling,in an ink-dark sky.Coyote watches firefliesdance across the breeze, listening as they complain."Moon Mother's so pretty;I want her to see me!""Stay still,lightning bug,stay stillso I can see you!"But firefly light is unstableand little bugs get swept away with the smallest move.With strained eyesand a tired heart,Coyote tries for weeksto keep the fireflies from fading."Look at Moon Mother,little flame friends!Night after night,she is constant;why can't you be?"Coyote heaves a sighand little fireflies,burning and blinking and caught on his breath,trail up, up, up..."Little bugs, little bugs,I can't see you at all!"Coyote cries, squinting at the sky,but the moon,glowing at full term,is too bright to see around."Moon Mother, Moon Mother,you are too bright!Why don't you go home,get off your feet for one night?Let my firefly friendstake over your light!"But Moon Mother doesn't reply.F
Straight Lines and Picket FencesA starling swoopsover yards of fresh snow;nature's blank Scrabble squares.