Window by window and We (two ‘tiny’ haibun at Prune Juice)
Window by window
She peels her mornings. A miser of darkness, she lets the sun in by strands. I saw her once. She is a flower.
at the cusp
of Cancer and Leo
a fire wheel
We
We write our names together. It’s marriage says the book. Our meals apart. It’s work. We feed different nights. In different skies. What then is it?
cross wind—
cliffs echoing
wrong echoes
prune juice November 2014
i have no name (for One shoot Sunday)
the owl
sees through me he digs
my heart
the truth about names
i am muneca
a filament of being
you drew
from rambling waterfalls
on my cheeks
you shaped a winter sky
my eyes and the temple tower
vie for light
you punctured
my lips so deep i gurgle
my defiance
of your desire
restless
your fingers knead
my neck to smoothen
veins you embedded
i leap in spasms
my death as brief
as your breath in my
clogged vena cava
you think
i am perfect in your hands
i grow molds
in the day
my skin liquifies
as you dream i am life
the owl reveals
i have no name
muneca a doll
of your melting eyes
has no heart
Posted from a photo image by India Hobson for One Shoot Sunday at One Shot Poetry, winner of the 2011 Shorty Award for Art given last week in New York. Come join us at this gathering place and meet talented poets and artists who share their love for their art.
first kiss (playing with images on haiku-like lines for One Shoot Sunday )
over head–
a robin trills, i race
the uptown train
to meet you
on elm street
my feet on clouds–
wind swept petals
i skid on my soles
under a lavender bush
such fragrance–
so like yours
still running
now through rain drops
i slip but land on begonia quilt–
i pick three dandelions
i race on
a pair of crows–
from juniper tops cawing a duet
swoops in on a picnic spread
i turn away
afternoon rain
coming harder i skid under a shade
of cherry blossoms
my heart thrums faster
singling on a wall
under weeping crab apple blooms–
the rain their tears and mine
am i crying?
my watch
eats up minutes–
you will be gone
i am sobbing
the rain stops–
sunlight ripples through the sky
falls on a lilac hedge i race on
to meet you
against a wall
the sun bursts on your smile
you sprint to meet me
under a rain-washed sky
eyes dripping
sweetened rain, petals on our lips
wet, soft, warm
we kiss our first
on the heart-shaped sky
we sign our names,
say our vows
on three dandelions
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