LOVE POEM #114 – In the Cold

In the Cold

 

They say animals cannot feel love;

that the birds cozying in the branches

are driven to keep back the autumn frost

as we drive back the snow with a shovel,

 

but sitting together on the park bench

I can’t help noticing his outstretched wing

is like a coat, offered on a cold day

to one shivering in a feathered dress.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Earthquake

Panic seized the trees as the rumbling started. The birds took to the skies as the mountains rained tears of rock down the sides of their faces. Even the rivers began to shiver as the banks pulled their sides apart. It seemed like all was ruined—then everything grew still.

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Cold Dog (and Other Haikus)

Paper Cut

A pool of hot blood

pours from the tiny cut

like boiling droplet.

 

Booth

Red leather cushions

calm ravenous consumers

in a light embrace.

 

Bus Stop

Hair blown in the wind

with a heavy black suitcase

adorned by her scarf.

 

Split Lip

The bruise on my lip

is a red and purple mess

bleeding sour tears.

 

Cold Dog

His howls at the door

are swallowed by the swift winds

as the clouds spit rain.

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MUSIC SERIES – Goblins at the Door

Gettin’ into that Halloween spirit with a poem inspired by the Monster Mash. 😉

 

Goblins at the Door

 

Growling, griping, groveling

the goblins come gallivanting,

smashing my gardens underfoot;

demanding tribute to their devilry.

 

They gnash and flip and wail

until I fling open the oaken door

and they stare in startled silence.

So, my pretties…starburst or skittles?

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Cat in a Costume (and Other Haikus)

Carving

A serrated knife

frustrates the happy child

because the blade’s dull.

 

Pumpkin Seeds

Slick and slimy seeds

cover my hands in orange

as I scoop them out.

 

Ghost

Who moved my water?

It was on the table, and

now it’s by the sink.

 

Grave

The air comes so hard

it’s like I’m six feet under

with dirt in my lungs.

 

Cat in a Costume

Her little black ears

hold up a oversized crown;

her cape drags behind.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Scarecrow

So this poem was inspired by In the Hall of the Mountain King…which I understand is a little weird, but hey, don’t question the Muse.

 

The Scarecrow

 

They pinned me on a sunny cross

like a vegetable Jesus Christ

with the same patched up purple cloak

and my own crown of prickly straw.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Tag

I sped down the road like a bullet from a gun. The wind whistled past me as I cut through the air. My feet stamped the concrete hard as I whirled to the right. Everything was still. I saw the hand reaching for my back graze my shoulder.

“You’re it!”

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Dog Sees a Light (and Other Haikus)

Fish

The scaly grey fish

soar over my sunbaked head

on the summer lake.

 

Head Down

A fatigued moment

with fried eyes shut tight like gates

against my forearm.

 

Left

Out on the doorstep

with a draught of frigid air

and a full suitcase.

 

Vampire

At least then I’d die

when you stabbed me in the heart

with your stake of lies.

 

Dog Sees a Light

All his muscles tense

as the tiny light flashes

against the brick wall.

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The Red Eye – A Poem

Hey there, I took a break from the music series this week to write a poem that’s been nagging me since I woke up.

 

The Red Eye

 

From the windows of the wet plane

I see a white bird migrating

away from its spring time meadows

in the sanctity of midnight.

 

I wonder if it, too, wields

the fire of a red dragon

waiting for its feathers to burn

to a set of bloody scales.

 

I wonder if its heavy wings

are waiting for the chance to spread

or if its watery brow steams

beneath the hard rains of the storm

 

and from my small leather backed seat

confined to sit with the people

who looked for their peace in the sky

I wonder why he doesn’t dive to safety.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Royalty

He was royalty; clothed in the red and gold of the dynasty his family had brought to life fifty years ago. He passed beneath the golden arched entryway, down the polished white tile floor, to the first person he spotted. He smiled at them and said, “one Big Mac, please.”

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