My dad passed away earlier this month, so I haven't felt like writing. Today it's raining. Sleek. You can hear the soft speed of cars passing through.
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.
Gusts,
playful air,
feather-light touch.
---
Waiting
for moments
to land. Patience.
---
Hands
creep sly,
numbers eating time.
---
Lyrics
dancing over
tramlines of notes.
Emotions
strung, remembered,
sung, empathy won.
---
Doors
so invisible
you cannot seek,
cobwebbed handles hidden,
tomorrow expectant,
unopened.
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Fancy.
Not free.
Laboured. Caged inside.
---
Long
is the
walk to freedom.
---
Heady,
the lily,
bathed in pollen.
---
Spaniel,
red bucket,
new best pal.
---
Amazon.
Delivered. Opened.
Artful cat waits.
---
Rose.
Lemon’s breath.
Head now snapped.
---
Funk.
Get out.
Mojo must rise.
---
Scarlet.
99 balloons
racing the wilds.
---
Solitary.
Smoke wisps,
curling gnarled hands.
---
Lashes,
no tears,
dashed with rain.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 23, 2024
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