FIFTY WORD STORY – Walking on Water

I balanced my feet above the water. The glistening pool seemed to beckon me in, but when I lowered my feet, I found the clear surface hard and defined. I pressed myself up and walked, splashing droplets around me as I stepped. Then, suddenly, I fell through to the bottom.

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Dog Chasing Butterflies (and Other Haikus)

Unseen Branch

I stared at the cracks

in the cement, then, at once,

was smacked by a branch.

 

Backyard

The dirt in the back

has become a grave for dead

and discarded toys.

 

Text Speak

r u on ur way

bc ur girl just arrived

and thought ud be here.

 

Repurposed Toys

What was once a spoon

now bears the eternal weight

of Excalibur.

 

Dog Chasing Butterflies

His teeth snap the air

as he chases the shadow

of the butterfly.

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MUSIC SERIES – Skipping Stones

This poem was inspired by Midna’s Lament from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. If you have a song you think I should write a poem about, drop it in the comments!

 

Skipping Stones

 

Between the ether of everyday smiles

is an evening spent on a secluded lake

looking at the ripples in the reflected starlight

like paint on ever blackening surface waves.

 

I might even skip a rock across the top

to see how far along it will struggle

before the hollow waters swallow it

and all the heavy ideas that it carried.

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Cat on the Table (and Other Haikus)

Table Outside

Gliding through the dust,

my fingers draw a smile

in the table dirt.

 

Morning Coffee

So much depends on

the small, yellow coffee mug

perched on the counter.

 

Boy with a Hose

The boy with the hose

spots me walking by his house,

smiles, then sprays me.

 

Packing Bags

My life would seem lame

were it not for the novel

peeking from the bag.

 

Cat on the Table

A leap to the chair

then one more to the table

just to say hello.

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MUSIC SERIES – Dream Halls

Happy Monday! This poem was inspired by Led Zeppelin’s “No Quarter.” Is there a song you’d like me to write about? Let me know in the comments!

 

Dream Halls

 

The candle wax swallowed the fire hours ago

and Nótt swayed our little flame hours before.

She sent him back to his sleeping quarters

to dream about your slight chance of survival.

 

It’s good to let him dream, isn’t it Mother?

Even as the nightmares ride down the mountain,

it’s good to let him dream of a place in the sky

where he can march with you to your new halls.

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Dog Food Bowls (and Other Haikus)

Closer to Heaven

Sitting on the roof,

hands resting on the shingles;

legs hanging freely.

 

Telling Her

Typing the message

was like riding a new bike;

sending was crashing.

 

A Poem About You

A child at heart,

skipping through the sentences

like they were a stream.

 

Reminded in Nature

I picked the pink rose,

thinking that its smooth petals

smelled like your perfume.

 

Dog Food Bowls

I hear them bouncing

against the rigid cement

while the boys run by.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Tandem Horseback Riding

It is hard to forgive someone riding on horseback. The long silence of the terrain is like fire to a kettle, slow boiling the water till it bubbles over the sides in half-said remarks. Yet the fresh air of your newfound smile was like a cool wind, quenching the flames.

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Dogs at the Door (and Other Haikus)

Toothpaste

Tastes like frozen air

as it flows between the teeth;

winter on my tongue.

 

Looking Outside

A flash of feathers

flies by the open window.

A glimpse of freedom.

 

Statue Envy

You smile through rain

and stay chipper through winter.

Oh, to be the same.
Temple of Time

Hidden in the mind

is my archaic doorway

and I lost the key.

 

Dogs at the Door

We started walking

and now when I’m by the door

they come stare at me.

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Drinking in the Moonlight

Taking a short break from the Music Series this week. We’ll be back at it next week. Happy Memorial Day

 

Drinking in the Moonlight

 

That’s really all I have to say.

Sitting under this umbrella

in a simply woven, brown chair

looking up at the summer stars

 

wondering about my whiskey;

how the ice cubes clink the edges

of the shimmering crystal glass

and how warm the wind’s caress is.

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LOVE POEM #93 – To Call You Beatrice

To call you Beatrice, whose eyes

smiled with the same gaiety

as the highest of holy suns,

would be a gross understatement.

 

You are bright like the blue giants

that from one hundred times the space

of our brilliant yellow sovereign

would blind my eyes in a heartbeat.

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