You are the colour
Of my skin
My soul within
You reflect in
My minds eye
As time moves by
A picture in frame
A memory
Bless’d be
You are the colour
Of my skin
My soul within
You reflect in
My minds eye
As time moves by
A picture in frame
A memory
Bless’d be
Black and obtrusive
Causing disdain
Tightening, clouding
Pounding my brain
Tension grasps my spine
Causing such pain
Splinting daggers
Pulse down like rain
Knots are pulled and pulled
Hard at the neck
The grinding sound
Like rocks and a shipwreck
Moveable waves
And stories freed
Of sea to dream
Cloud on the wind
Sewing the seam
To riding the tide
Closer to shore
Holding a hand
Only grasping
At the Sand
To saving visions
Stored safely in
The ocean bed
As shells float by
Easily fled
Brushes of breeze
Encircle the feeling
That swirl and sound
Never pushing
It to ground
Life in the wind
In the Spray
Of the sea
Soaring high
Over me
For WPC: Vivid
A majesty of fairies
Fashioned crystal glass
At the tips of each
Fine blade of grass
At the darkest decline
Darning gems so bright
Then directing prisms
To the morning light
They collected their thimbles
And trimmed the thread
But left before dawn
Quietly they fled
Upon the moonlit grass
My toes do tread
Turf and earth imprinting
On a mossy bed
A tired floret stoops
A sleepy head
Resting…sequestered…
Nothing to be said
A chill blows from the east
Then ceases… to ground
Still…serenity
Folds in…to surround
Is this dreaming … revealing?
Looking to the skies
Into night’s darkness
With a canopy of eyes
White petals
Stamens red
Sweet scent
Blossoms spread
To the sky
Over head
Scattered ground
Feet to tread
As a trail
To words said
On a bridge
As Lovers wed
For Day 28 NaPoWriMo2015
Feather
Adrift, afloat
Sway, sway, sway
Day 27 for NaPoWriMo2015 – the prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words. You can write just one, or chain several together into a longer poem.