Senryu … (Erotica) June 3, 2014

Lake Garda

passion fever raises
your naked body provokes
I touch your hand

moving in rhythm
the inner beat of our hearts
first movement written

following the scales
melody in harmony
moving crescendo

drums beat in my head
my breath ragged, comes shorter
your eyes explore mine

melding in one song
our willow worldly concert
a hymn to joy

sated we drift in silence
on the stream of time

The Truck – Haibun

“Late!” Mariel said to herself as she sat behind a slow-moving  semi-trailer truck.  The road was a two lane up hill affair in the middle of town, houses on both sides.  The car in front of her, passed the truck leaving her behind him.

“Damn … we’re going to miss your train!” she said to her son.

She weaved a little out into the next lane and saw all was clear.  She decided to pass.  She moved into the next lane, geared down and accelerator trying to get enough speed to pass the long vehicle, but it was an uphill climb.  All of a sudden up ahead, as she was half past the semi, another truck appeared. It was barreling down on her.

The Fiat Panda, reduced to twisted metal, crushed by two trucks on the road this afternoon left the two passengers dead on impact as the tsrier had tried to pass illegally!

“Oh my God, oh my God!” she kept repeating as she floor-boarded the car.  Finally she had gotten past the monster and pulled into her own lane with just inches to spare.

Her son looked at her, a little ashen, and began to hum: “Do You Believe in Magic”.

dawning horror
accident inevitable
death avoided by fate

Prompt 55 “Slowing Dawning Horror” at Mindlovemisery.

I’m terrified of passing trucks, in fact I’m terrified of passing…my imagination plays terrible color visions of awful collisions when I get it into my head to try.

Haibun Thinking: Week 13 – April 15th 2014

FILM QUOTE:  Some people can’t believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first.”
– Good Will Hunting

September 22, 2013

September 22, 2013

“Art is for art’s sake, who cares about what you like!  You must create something that hits that magic cord inside the collective soul of the world!” shouted the art teacher as she looked at Gabriel’s painting, “What is this supposed to mean…it says nothing to me!”

Gabriel felt devastated.  The picture she’d painted had been done with acrylics using a natural sponge to put the color onto a black back-ground.

“It’s just something I liked doing, I like the colors, I like the technique.” she replied in a low voice.

“Well you may like it, but it isn’t art.” the teacher said as she stompted away.

Larry looked at Gabriel and then he looked at the picture she’d done.

“You know Gabby, this is really beautiful to look at.  It reminds me of a voyage through space and time.  I like how the colors contrast here and here.  And the black background pulls all the colors out so beautifully.  Don’t worry about old Ms Greyheart, remember, if you can’t make art, teach it.”  he winked at her.  “Why don’t we go over to my place and you can show me how you did this…it’s fantastic! I want to see what Greyheart has to say when I do one!” Larry was Ms Greyheart’s pet student.

Gabriel and Larry got together that evening and they each worked on their paintings which they were to present the next day in class.

“Now,” said Larry “We’ll do an experiment.  I’ll present your painting as mine and you present mine as yours.  Let’s see what happens.”

In class the next morning Ms Greyheart gushed and nearly swooned over “Larry’s” painting but when she came to Gabriel’s work, she harrangued her once again for the poor effort she’d done.  Gabriel nearly laughed in the teacher’s face.

“See…don’t worry about that old fart.  You’ve go talent to sell!”

gnawing disbelief
unseeing her talents
except from his eyes


Written for Haibun Thought – Film Quote


Tanka – March 2, 2014

olive tree at night

olive tree at night

swirling like nightmare,
I cursed your sad existence!
no comforting light,
black thoughts tumbled inside me,
walking in anger that night.

calmness soon returned …
my pace became more placid,
camera at hand
I took an eerie picture,
called it: olive tree at night.

The compliment – Trifextra Week 103

“What a beautiful dress! You’re beautiful” Matthew said.

“I  wasn’t the other evening?  I just knew it!” Mary wailed.

“No, no,  you were beautiful!”

“Come on you just said I was awful!”

“No! That wasn’t what I meant.


Trifecta says:
“On now to our quick and dirty Trifextra prompt. Plenty of times over the past two and a half years, we’ve given you the beginning of a story and asked for you to complete it. This time, we are giving you the end, and we are asking you to start it for us. We want 33 words in addition to and preceding the following:

That wasn’t what I meant.

So, to clarify, you write 33 words and then you tag on the five that we’ve given you. Our five come after your 33 for a grand total of 38.”  Pop over and read what other writer’s have done with the prompt…or maybe you’d like to participate, it’s fun!

A Walk in Paris

Julienne was not happy.  The day was wet and even Paris seemed to be less than its usual magical self. They walked along the rainy plaza below the Eiffel Tower.

“Hey! Look up!  The snow has finally melted…the flowers are blooming.  We need the rain for the wine and well, everything!” her friend Margo said, almost twittering like a bird.

Julienne looked at her and sighed.  No doubt about it, she was in a blue funk.

“Don’t you realize that my book sales are completely off.  No one seems to want to read anything I write lately.” she nearly howled.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that the book sales are just in a funk now.  Nobody’s selling much.  Keep working on your booklet of ‘Poems for Spring’, I’m sure it’ll sell like hot cakes!  The illustrations are fantastic!”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish it on time.” Julienne sighed.

“Oh come on!  You’ve got to snap out of this mood!  Whatever is the matter?  You were so enthusiastic just yesterday!”

Julienne’s phone rang.

“Yes….” There was a long pause as she listened.  Then she moved away from Margo to continue her conversation.

A few minutes later, Julienne returned another person entirely.

“Let’s go over to my place, you can be my sounding board as I put together those last poems before sending my manuscript off!” she said, almost twittering like a bird.

“I don’t even have to ask…that was Maurizio on the phone, right.”

“Why, yes it was.  Isn’t Paris beautiful in the springtime!” she said as she smiled onto the rainy plaza.

Word count: 266

FUNK (noun)
1 a : a state of paralyzing fear
b : a depressed state of mind
2 : one that funks : COWARD

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.

Carpe Diem’s “Use That Quote”

logo use that quote“forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair”

Khalil Gibran

weary though you are,
saddened by life’s stress and strife,
come now, walk with me,
delight with your touch, the Earth
release your hair to the wind.

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Special

Dance with me (free verse)


Dance with Me

some winds that blow
do so without reason
they have no goal
it’s just their nature
to make themselves felt
where they pass
leaving sad sentiments
yet their substance is nil
unless we accept to dance
in their wintry embrace,
arm in arm – chi with chi
they chill our soul
we feel a sense of tragedy…
come, sweet friend
’tis better you dance with me.

For Oliana

Haibun: The Moon Rose

I was sitting in my easy chair last light, reading Jack Kerouac’s the “Bowery Blues”. This was the poem I had just read and had put down to meditate upon:

The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don’t know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.

I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don’t know
Where to turn
In the Void
And when
To cut

The curtains were open, the lights, except for our reading lamps, were off.  My chair looks onto the mountains out back of my house.  It was around 7:30 and had drizzled all day making everything so dreary.  The mountains were still full of cottony like cloud formations, some seemed more like wisps of smoke.  The moon was behind the mountains, her light though shone on the clouds and reflected upon the snow on the mountain tops. A sort of natural indirect lighting, I thought.

Then, the moon began to make her  trip over the mountains themselves.  The rain had stopped and except for the low cloud formations, the rest of the sky was as clear as crystal river water.  There she was, in all her glory as she inched her way up over the mountains…through the clouds.  Surrounding her they formed a halo of pink and yellow rings, they looked like a sort of formal dress.

A star appeared near her, right through the clouds. They must have been no more than a heavy mist, I thought.  The higher she rose into the clear night sky, the more there seemed to be a river of ice below her.  The white clouds were now very similar to a glacier flow.  Just the tips of the mountains could be seen through the flow and they were brilliant with snow.  I found I was holding my breath at the beauty of this evening show piece.  The rainy day, which had been so depressing, seemed not to have been wasted after all.

cloud flows like ice pack
a glacier of wispy mist
lady moon dances