Cento for NWCU

You are young, so young,
I can walk through lonely aisles
Always finding what I want in you.
The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
I held you too tight
And you slipped through my hands.
I poured myself into you.

Stroll with me in green -
Hard rain falls
Our twilight spins
Lost in constellation.
The fire whispers
Background jazz.
Pasts forgotten
I kiss you in your sleep.
Bright stars dimmer in the cold.

Prompt from Wednesday Wake-Up Call 26.12.12 Collage to Close the Year. We were challenged to create a work from other works throughout the year.  I chose to write a cento from my two collections, Night Poems and Haiku in the Night.

Haiku in the Night

I recently released a book of haiku titled Haiku in the Night. It's an eclectic mix of free-verse and traditional divided into four colors: green, red, gray and blue. I took inspiration from the Japanese legend Basho and his separation by season.  Also, I thought I would share a few of my favorites with my lovely readers.

We are lunar martyrs

Dying by our telescopes

Lost in constellations.

I moonwalked

once upon a time

without you.

When your kisses lie

Whispers and your touch deceive

I am left alone.

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Conscious

I don’t remember

If I kissed you in your sleep

Or we were dreaming.

The lake waits

For the wind to breathe;

Freezing her.

Prompt "Conscious" by Haiku Heights

 

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For Blue

My girlfriend's father had a lovely dog who they had to put down last Saturday. I wrote three haiku in honor of her.

 

Old Blue missed Taffy

she just wasn’t the same dog

without her best friend.

I recall giving

Blue a good scratch, the last time

I saw her this month.

 

I threw the tennis

ball her way and thought I saw

Blue running for it.

 

 

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Haiga & Senryu

When I close my eyes
I remember being home;
Tucked in safe and tight.

The tree knows one home
For its entire lifetime;
Dying if it moves.

Prompt "Home" by Haiku Heights

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A Hummingbird Haiku & Senryu

hummingbird echo

smell of nectar in the air

an empty feeder.

I knew Humming Bird

we walked and sang together

like young lovers do.

 

Prompt by Haiku Heights, word "hummingbird"

Red, White & Haiku! Happy 4th!

I bled red for you,
staining white sheet memories,
pillows blue with tears.

the rocket's red glare
two hearts consumed in night air
gallantly streaming

yearning to be free,
we were a retched refuse;
torch me one last time.