How Short Can You Go?
Haiku, not so bad
Bob Kelly
Tortured with the Lune
Stewardship
Arrogance of man
Lord of beasts
Power to kill all
Photo- Becky Kjelstrom
Category: Poetry
winter
dusk with a silver
edge. clouds choke, rain smothers sun
rise on a stormy day
sun traces a low arc
through the cloudy southern sky
cold winter afternoon
bombogenisis
creates ideal conditions
for hibernation
Image by Kelly Sikkema via Unsplash.com
birds
sky full of birds
up high a hawk
crows wing at the edges
songbirds dart
every which way
a hummingbird perched,
silent, in a dogwood.
can the hawk see the hummingbird
or
are its eyes
full of light
pouring from the sky
sliding on ropes of cloud
slender as rain
Image by Quentin Dr via Unsplash
PROCESS
syllables of small
poems occupy large portions of
my befuddled brain
writing process, what
is my writing process? do
I even have one?
a mental blender
is what I need to create
my word salad
Image by Harrison Fulop
Halloween and Dia de los Muertos
October deluge
Parka obscured costumes
Trick or treat, Portland
without or within
good or bad hidden from sight
and insight, monsters
Sugar skulls flowers
Celebrate both life and death
An ancestral chain
haiku
still
in October
crickets
by Harrison Fulop
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CUSP
smoke and ash stirred
by rough winds, the pounding rain
quenches summer fires
summer steals away
in the soft stillness of night
and in it’s place, Fall
in the fallen leaves
gold of a vanished sun
summer’s gift to autumn
Image by Robin Anderson
Another Sun
There is another sun embodied in this smoke,
an ancient sun, prehistoric, primeval,
locked away for eons by a kindly force
now set loose by a heedless hand.
Fire liberates the exhalations and ash
of dinosaurs, saber tooth tigers,
Jeanne d’Arc.
We choke on the past.
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Portrait of a Lady
in an old portrait
she stands poised, oddly ready.
does she smell mouse blood?
the perfect dress hugs
her nubile form, alas no
hat to hide her ears.
hungry but calm she
awaits the arrival
of her hapless mate
About a Dog
nose, eyes, tail wiggle
Dog greets me at end of day
pure joy in motion
insatiable interest
the dog trembles as she waits
for the small rabbit
silver sunlight spills
over windowsill and floor
the sleeping dog sighs
Image by Robin Anderson