Haiku for the week: 05/31/14 – 06/05/14

I love summer thunderstorms with their brazen power taking up the entire sky, scrubbing at the earth, putting us all in our place. We’ve been waking up to pummelled tree branches along the humid streets; proof of the beatings we heard the night before…and that next evening, slapping sheets of rain give way to innocent silence.


and then, there are those metaphoric storms we create within us…

05/31/14 Regret
Rancid tornadoed
curdled, roiling clouds – chaos
brewed of tortured ghosts.

06/02/14 Argument
leering clouds unzip
from the flat, wet earth
(glazed with pewter hail

stoned accusations)
looming tendrils yield buttered
pastel sunset peace

cup your hands to hurt-
we know in our bones, our guts,
scar tissue is strength

06/04/14 Insomnia
well-worn river stones,
monotonous and skipping,
keep me from the shore

all reminders of the cyclical shiftiness of the weather, and its distant cousin, our souls; calling us towards the warmth when sun’s stunning rays return.


frenzied giddiness
couldn’t boil itself down,
couldn’t make it stick

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s