cake

multicolured layers
earth’s crust exposed –
the hum of the traffic

my response to Haiku Horizon’s prompt: cake

Waiting

My pen suspended above the page,
waiting.
But the words don’t come.

misplaced objects

misplaced objects
– your clothes lying on the bathroom floor
I have not seen you in an age.
I have not felt the warmth of your hand.

your crumpled clothes on the floor
the tv on in the far room
I’m missing the warmth of you
– my foot explores your body’s imprint in our mattress

the glow and hum of the tv
your footsteps passing down the hall
and I wonder how we might reconnect
misplaced objects

to Emily Dickinson – almost!

Beyond your reach!
You might have touched!
Had you but chanced this way!
‘Stead sauntered through the village,
Sauntered so soft away.
A meadowfull of violets
Host bees in morning’s glow,
Not for unknowing fingers
That passed, so long ago.

I wrote this in response to Emily Dickinson’s poem that was (probably posthumously) titled Almost! You can see the original in many places including here

The pressure to perfect this was too intense. I thought about every sound and syllable, read so many of her poems and about her life, and the poem seems to have hardly changed from the original. That’s why no post for a month! But there – it’s done, it’s the best I could do.

On the back step

The sun is gently rising and I’m sitting on the back step,
watching the paint peel, and
the grass overgrow the side fence, and
Old Limpy hobble after her fat, clucky sisters.

And my hands are warmed by a mug of hot tea.

And all is well in my world.
And all is well in my world.

burn

feeding steaming horses under bright wattle –
my black feet!

Response to Haiku Horizons prompt: burnt

from my mother’s childhood

behind orange jessamine
she holds her breath –
long drop

response to Haiku Horizons prompt: drop

swim

in deep water, a silent stone –
and the songs of fishes

nahaiwrimo prompt: beckoning

resume season
even the mower knows my name.

My day 5 effort for the 2017 nahaiwrimo: a Haiku per day for the shortest month of the year: February.

Interested? Check out the nahaiwrimo facebook page

maggie and me

maggie and me,
sharing breakfast in the garden.
her song!