Howl – A Haiku

December 1, 2012

Open moon sighs high.
Howling trees behind the mist.
Clouds beckoning me.

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Open moon sighs high.
Howling trees behind the mist.
I feel all alone.

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(c) paz
Taken with my phone last night.

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Youth eyes knowingly.
I am keen, keeping his pace.
Crisp pages, leaves fall.

Silver seed erupts.
Light’s germ curls from utero.
Bloomed Moon cradled by Sun.

© paz

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addendum: I didn’t even write this haiku with this “holiday” in mind; I’d written it yesterday on my phone actually. I was looking at the moon while at a graduation party. I was sitting next to a pool, legs kicking at the water and seeing the moon’s reflected light. So yeah wasn’t thinking about a holiday to honor mothers. Not at all. But maybe subconsciously there was something there which is why I’m adding it with a slight change. It’s funny that poetry works that way. I say it’s the writing form that taps deepest at our subconscious, for me at least.

So now that I think about it, Happy Mother’s Day beautiful mamas! If you’re a mama, you’re a mama EVERY damn day, and only you know what that means!

Here’s a brief RADICAL history of Mother’s Day. You non-lefty, non-radicals may also appreciate it.

Just thinking about…

May 13, 2012

Silver seed erupts.
Light’s germ curls from utero.
Miss Moon cradled by Sun.

© paz

I remember when
Pavlov’s bell rang. Salivate.
Poor conditioned dog.

© Paz

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Today’s prompt is to write a poem that begins with the line, “I remember when.”

On Saturday, I spent the day with just myself and the dogs; my dad was out shooting a wedding and my mom was assisting him. My cellphone rang and Luna and her daddy started barking and jumping towards the front door.

 

Gonna rise above
days dawning. Skins crawling pure
morning. Rise above.

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Meh. I’ll just straight up quote yesterday’s prompt verbatim:

“Yesterday’s challenge was a bit of a brain-burner, so I’ve made today’s a bit easier…Today, let’s go a bit further in our theft and write centos — poems made up entirely of lines from other poems.”

What I did though was instead of writing a poem from pieces other poems was to write a poem from some song lyrics out of two songs I had stuck in my head yesterday.

Black Flag – “Rise Above”

Here’s a video for Rise Above

Placebo – “Pure Morning”

Squashed fly, bug eyes, what
was your life like before you
lie flat on my floor?

 

© Paz

Thrown rag doll on roof?
No! Mexican jay’s basking
beyond the blurred wind.

© Paz