Needy Cat (and Other Haikus)

Stretching

I feel like strings

wound tight to an instrument

being plucked softly.

 

Lotus Position

He sat with palms up

not knowing that the flowers

would fall in his hands.

Coupled Drops

Rain drops on the pane

drip slow on the glass until

they mix together.

 

Static Shock

Our fingertips touched

for an electric moment

unexpectedly.

 

Needy Cat

Her persistent mews

weave lightly between my feet,

asking me for pets.

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LOVE POEM #126 – Tears of Ink

Tears of Ink

 

I remember her eyes, dotted

with tears of ink, like an iris

pouring its soul onto the page

in a breath of wind and black rain.

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The Hawk’s Flight – A Poem

So I tried something new today: I took the first four lines from the Song of Eärendil, copied the rhyme scheme, and wrote this poem about A Wizards of Earthsea, which I just read for the first time. Let me know what you think!

 

The Hawk’s Flight

 

Sparrowhawk was a sorcerer

that sailed past the Eastern Reach

he walked upon the Shadow Docks

beyond the rocks of Earth and Sea.

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LOVE POEM #121 – Rain Dance

Rain Dance

 

Just as, when the long rain passes,

the pools of water grow so still

that you can see your reflection

undisturbed by the dance of droplets

 

so, when you had stopped your motions,

it seemed as though my life stood still

and I could see within myself

to depths I had not known before.

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MUSIC SERIES – California Snow

December means the holidays are here! This poem was inspired by Let It Snow by Dean Martin.

 

California Snow

 

I pictured the first snowfall

like a Macy’s commercial

where kids could run out in knee-highs

to savor the flakes on their tongue,

 

not amidst a heavy downpour

where steel drops of rainwater

froze to hail as little knives

that cut through my black umbrella.

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LOVE POEM #120 – Baby Steps

Baby Steps

 

Do you miss his pitter-patter

on the wood floors? His feet were like

rain drops stumbling on the roof

after lightning had cracked the sky.

 

Now his steps would be the thunder;

his shoes a mountain to the hills

of booties we kept when he left

to chase Ulysses on the sea.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – A Dog in the Rain

The rain trickled down the building onto an upturned tin bucket. The sound attracted a shivering dog out from his meager protection: a patch of space in the corner beneath the overhang, hidden from the howling wind. He took a tentative taste from the top, then hobbled back to safety.

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MUSIC SERIES – Sunday Rains

This poem was inspired by The Escapist, the second half of the song Death and All His Friends, by Coldplay.

Sunday Rains

 

When I am in my Sunday chair

with a cup seated lazily

on the woven wicker coaster,

its steam rolling over the rim,

 

I can look out the latched windows,

through the misty streets of New York

to the dimly lit country house

hidden five miles past Bozeman.

 

The station becomes Fairy Lake;

the stairs a winding waterfall

for people in suits to go swim

in the waters of the subway.

 

I suppose that makes me the shrubbery;

a scrub far beneath the hedge funds

waiting for rain to trickle down

on the tin roof of my apartment.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Praying

I felt the tug of memory when I knelt to pray. The return of hope against the storm; I can feel its shield against the rains as they batter the church walls. A warmth that is not my own runs through my fingertips, up my elbows, and into my chest.

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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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