for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

soil in Golgotha (my Good Friday haiku posted at NaHaiWriMo wall)

soil in Golgotha
only crosses bear fruit

(my Good Friday haiku posted at the still-on NaHaiWrimo facebook wall written for the prompt, dirt/soil)

April 23, 2011 Posted by | haiku, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Scars (for One Shot Wednesday)

Buried crosses mark the grave of
my dreams, swags of pelt my days
had shed.

On crest of foam the sun floats, rising
only to splinter on sand where I picked
my dawns on the loam of my waking.

Waves heave but on my breath die, heaps
of air too leaden for flying. I crave
for sleep blankness promised: as

the sea washes blank the sky, its blueness
sinks to my cheeks. I wear the dawn,
a bruised mask.

Who reads my mask steals inscriptions of
secrets, sighs whorled in space: betrayal
has stripped me raw

my flesh, layers of omissions. I plaster
ribbons of sin on my breast, waiting in corners
where I remain still dreaming.

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry where this day of the week, amazing poetry is shared by more than a hundred poets whose passion and love for the art comes ablaze. Join us and be inflamed like I’ve been since.

February 16, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 6 Comments