yellow boat resting
unpredictable ocean
comes out of doldrums
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dVerse prompt to write of yellow
Yellow Boat
haiku
haiku says
look inside of me
no punctuation or caps
only a few words
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NaPoWriMo Day 12– speaking as the poem
Zombies
Night of the Living Dead was a scary movie I saw when I was a teenager. It was even scarier driving past a cemetery on my way home that night. The plot line resembles Walking Dead— cannibalistic zombies walking around attacking and eating people. Walking Dead is in the eleventh and final season of guts flying and spilt brains and many ways to slow down, trap, and kill a zombie, not to mention the unraveling of society and its attempt at restructuring.
taking from the past
brings unimagined seasons
fuels a greater fear
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dVerse prompt on a fear that was experienced— my experience with zombies has only been in movies
Haiku to the Hunter’s Moon
staccato owl
hunter’s moon brightens the night
coyote yelping
Fall
three dots on my phone
wiped the mud with my sweater
rainy season now
Angry Haiku
I was angry then
beating the eggs so hard
I broke the bowl
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I was very fond of that bowl.
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.
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
Pigeon
pigeon walks under tire
all those radiant feathers
will not fly again
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dVerse prompt to write a jisei (death poem) I knew the day my daughter ran over a pigeon it would someday become a poem.
Haiku Erotica
let me count each kiss
placed head to toe with love
calm after the thrust
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dVerse prompt on erotica
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