Rainforest Haiku

  

rain rustles the fern

licks and twists it into green

subdues fire with wet

trickle of water

soft fur of the forest floor

sharp damp protection 

kiss of trillium 

white feather-like bud released

star of the lost cloud

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NaPoWriMo Day 3 prompt to create a word list based on Michael McClure’s Personal Universal Deck of 100 words.  Create a poem using some of these words.

Rainforest Haiku

Ink on Paper

  
words read in Japan

centuries past in Spring

fill the room with song

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NaPoWriMo prompt to write concerning a piece of art from the collection of the NY Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Two Women Reclining on the Floor of a Room and Reading a Book, ca 1730, monochrome woodblock print, ink on paper, Nishikawa Sukenobu

Ink on Paper

Wings

It was the first death I could remember—-my father’s father, my grandfather. It came as a surprise, an aneurysm, as the family sped on the highway trying to get to the hospital. We were too late. I never saw the body.

How could I make sense of death at such a young age?

When we returned home, I picked the butterflies off of the grill of the car. These were dead, their soft bodies smashed, the wings intact. I took those colorful wings to the garden across the street. I sat under the overgrown asparagus in the corner of Laird’s garden and buried the butterflies one by one.

life is a flicker

mind what is most beautiful

pathway to the rest

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dVerse prompt on how nature plays into our lives. This is a haibun about a death and how nature played a role in how I dealt with that death. I was six years old and loved butterflies.

Wings

What Season is This?

What season is this

wear a mask for groceries

or you will get sick

What season is this

watch lawlessness on tv

in the name of change

What season is this

where travel is restricted

all over the world

What season is this

when people defy rule

to loot for big screen

What season is this

who saw Jesus statue fall

in mobocracy

What season is this

without fear of authority

that a way be made

What season is this

we stay away from people

end humanity

What season is this

worried for our liberties

while some hold rifle

What season is this

wayward disobedience

taunting the police

What season is this

welcome truthful dialogue

no taking of sides

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dVerse prompt to write a series of haiku — I am baffled by what is going on in the USA

What Season is This?

No Words

« Darkness came, full of moths and beetles.  I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass.  Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep. ».  Laurie Lee

 

in the dark no words

moths and beetles take to air

I sleep night’s fragrance

 

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dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee’s prose to poetry.  Thanks for some great prose to work with. #4

No Words

Grass

« I had never been so close to grass before.  It towered above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight.  It was knife-edge, dark and wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt through the air like monkies.»    Laurie Lee

 

thick the grass will grow

wicked green as a forest

where grasshoppers leap
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dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee prose to poetry  #3

Grass