A Poem a Day (669): Snapping lines – some hay(na)ku

 
These poems are inspired by a prompt from NaPoWriMo.net. They are not related and are meant to be read separately. 

Prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: a hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words and the third line has three words. 
 
 
Time.
Snapping lines
in echo, doubled.

Whispers
sparked, this
never-truant Dark.

Exposed:
inked nightmares,
where erasers stick.

Lines
on repeat,
a rivered blackboard.
 

Youth.
Known. Vanquished.
No time machine.
 
Lace,
stained scarlet.
A wedding marked.
 

Unmasked,
the unsuited;
revenge of distain.
 

Flits,
deft footed,
starts, darts, skyward.
 

Cut,
scooped, stolen.
Jet black curls.
 

Lifted,
endless veil.
Vast pitch unhidden.
 

Rattle,
without hum.
Breath sneaks out.
 

This
one bed –
his whole world.
 

Milk.
Unspilled, capped.
A warning sign.
 

Bells,
and whistles.
Symphony on pause.
 

Journeying,
outward, in.
A wild belonging.
 

Succulent,
fleshed out,
fielding the core.

Wisps,
sacred light,
night’s ultimate shield.

 
Breadcrumbs,
squished rescuers,
directors of travel.

Exile.
Rust. Dust.
A life interred.

 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 27, 2024