When the scent of burning logs and leaves,
And the bone deep chill of frigid winds,
Fade to far distant memories,
Of what used to be. Continue reading “Where The Snow Won’t Reach You – JG”
Tag: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Porcupine
“Porcupine”
Curled up tight, poised barbs
Prick the hands trying to soothe
Your porcupine heart.
Steve D
Author’s Note: This haiku was inspired by the phrase “porcupine heart”, which I actually said in a real conversation. (I sometimes speak in metaphor and prose — what of it?) Now I’m curious whom among you can throw some intriguing words, phrases, metaphors, analogies, etc. at me to use as inspiration for a future haiku? After all, I can’t write about the weather and things I can see from my back door forever.
Comment below an idea you want me to try to jam into a haiku. If you like, I’ll give you a shout-out and a link to your website in the haiku post. Challenge me!
Easy Ramblings – JG
Easily, you brand me - why? Because all you see is me Giving in to instincts like some filthy animal. No credit given where credit is due, Who the hell are you to sentence me to Hell? Well, I guess you're someone who knows, right? Guilty of the same sin of wiring, how inspiring that you're willing To claim yourself superior Because you're perfectly unhappy hiding your interior wants and wishes. Walk away before I get vicious - I'm just a mindless mongrel anyways, right? That's all it could be, So very fucking easy for you to see, Easy for you to know exactly how I got here. You don't know the Hell I've put myself through. The pain I've offered up in penance; the sacrifice, the self restriction because I wanted to paint it as an addiction I could get over with just a little self control. I gave up what I knew was worth everything For something in my fucking head. In your fucking head. In my heart, All of it is bound in regret. I never said what I should've Repeated As a daily prayer to someone A lot more pure Than the men I was raised to bow before. Easy? Easy you say - why? Because it was oh so easy for you?
Haiku Sunday – Onion
“Onion”
Peel back the layers,
Exposing the inner core-
And now I’m crying.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Fingers
“Fingers”
Bare branches splay out
Grasping for her warm breath, like
Skeleton fingers.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Blade
“Blade”
Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Squirrel
“Squirrel”
Child me used to name
The squirrels who romped near my house
And envy their play.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Plains
“Plains”
Winds bow tall grasses
Over shallow riverbanks,
Their whispers unheard.
Steve D
December’s Theme – I’m Late, I’m Late, For A Very Important Date….
Aren’t these theme posts supposed to be published on the first of the month? Yes, yes they are.
Are they always? Almost never. Whoops. Continue reading “December’s Theme – I’m Late, I’m Late, For A Very Important Date….”
Misplaced Missive #5: Lost At Sea
Patience that knows no shore,
Washes into a sea of restless waiting for
Effort to come to fruition.
Pleading for permission.
I’m begging you: release me from this prison
Of blind high dives and titanic lies.
Water, water everywhere
And not a drop to drink Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #5: Lost At Sea”
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