LOVE POEM #110 – Waypoint

Waypoint

 

We are at our tented waypoint,

in between the washed out houses

and the rushing sounds of water,

wondering what will oust us next:

 

A wind shattering the windows

at our secondary safe house

or swells within the muddy floods

that crest our mental riverbanks.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Hook

The hook dangles, shining in the aquatic light. The dead worm seems to writhe in the current as unsuspecting fish swim by. A small one spies it and—his curiosity getting the better of him—he takes a bite. Suddenly, he is ripped from the water into the murderous air.

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Door Dog (and Other Haikus)

Release

A breath like fire

flows as steam through my nostrils

until the heat fades.

 

Crush

A hundred heartbeats

crammed into half a second

marks when I see you.

 

Too Much Reading

All the words seem blurred;

the ink blended like black rain

bathing a blank page.

 

Breakable

Hollow and heart shaped

forged in a hearth just for you.

Please handle with care.

 

Door Dog

He waits by the door

hoping that I will take him

or he will stop me.

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The Cat Insists (and Other Haikus)

Blank Sheet

On the plain table,

the lonely partner sits blank

wanting for his pen.

 

Doll Eyes

A vortex of black

somehow darker than the shelf

she is standing on.

 

Leaks

Runaway waters

sneak down the leaky faucet,

scurrying like rats.

 

Senses

The fluttering red

of the richly colored rose

floats into closed eyes.

 

The Cat Insists

After three attempts

to return him to the floor,

I cede my lap.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Vengeance of the Herd

The thunder of hooves was behind him. They loomed, growing louder and louder like a symphony. The pack had become a whirlwind of terror when he had put a bolt through the smallest one’s neck, but instead of dispersing, they collected and came after him with a thirst for vengeance.

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Hungry Dog (and Other Haikus)

Old Shoes

Stained so that the dirt

doesn’t discolor the strings;

rather it dyes them.

 

No School

The sky looks more blue

and the sun seems to suggest

we go out to play.

 

Book Ends

The grim lion heads,

cemented with their grey eyes,

oversee the books.

 

Lungs

Rising and falling

like a feather caught aloft

by a light updraft.

 

Hungry Dog

His nubby tail

bobs along the tile floor

as he begs for scraps.

 

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MUSIC SERIES – Ripples

This poem was inspired by Electric Counterpoint 1 – Fast (Steve Reich) by Joergen Brilling. It’s a pretty minimalist song, but I highly encourage you check it out.

 

Ripples

 

They always rush from place to place,

running through the proverbial current.

Every steps is a drop in the water;

a thunderstorm raining down on their lives.

 

They flood the streets; drown the plazas

until the pittering of feet on concrete

is indistinguishable from the pattering

of sleet against the windowpanes.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Tree Climbing

He scaled the western side of the tree. It had seemed like a good idea—yet now, high up, he saw through thin, gnarled branches that the eastern side, despite early treachery, had long, thick limbs that rose up high to face the sun, and would have guided him higher.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Fancy Dancers

This poem was inspired by the song Hard Headed Woman by Cat Stevens, which was requested by one of my family members! Have a song you think I should pull a poem from? Let me know in the comments!

 

The Fancy Dancers

 

Dressed in sparkling reds and greens,

the fancy dancers preen around

like peacocks under the duress

as their feathers wither to dust.

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LOVE POEM #105 – Kindness

Kindness

 

is washing dishes in the sink,

deserted by a weary spouse

in her scramble to get to work;

and only wishing her success.

 

Take a look at my other poem based on the Heavenly Virtues: Patience, Temperance, Humility.

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